
The story happened when I was studying at a language school in Baguio.
Have you ever heard of Baguio’s rooster crow?
In Taiwan, our roosters are very polite.
They crow at 6 or 7 AM—never too early, never too late.
They follow the rules!
Even wild roosters in Taiwan don’t make too much noise.
Because if they do… well, they become dinner.
But when I came to Baguio, my life changed.
I didn’t just hear one rooster—I heard a thousand in my dormitory!
And they don’t just crow at sunrise.
Some of them crow at 11 PM! and the voices are very shrill.
I was so confused. Are they working night shifts? Are they overwork? Maybe I must report to government.
Then, I discovered the truth… This is not a normal rooster.
Well… It is a… fighting rooster.
No wonder it was so aggressive and arrogant. And guess what? There are three cages behind my room.
Then I started learning about chickens.
My friends gave me advice:
One said, “Maybe you should buy BB gun to shot him.”
Another one said, “Dont’t do that. That’s not kind.
Just eat fried chicken in front of it as a warning it.”
Yep! Sounds good! I think The roosters will get PTSD.
But in the end, I found the way to reduce rooster’s noise.
Then I closed outside windows, locked outside door…
And prayed for inner peace.