Syrup Beaver
pants log
So I get home to watch the rooster run back and forth across the street a few times then back the bushes outside of my house. Some neighborhood kids run up to me and say "Hey mister. Is that a rooster in your bushes?"
I just shook my head no and said it was a really big pigeon and walked inside. I'll try baiting it with some food into the carrier closer to dark or have the kids run him into my back yard and go after it with a fishing net once he's in a smaller space. Or wait until he goes to sleep in some bushes and throw a blanket over him. The fun never ends.
Those kids are going to have a problem in Biology class now