Every day this week I have been awakened at 5:30 by a rooster.
I live in town. I’ll admit it’s a small town, and yet it’s a town.
Towns shouldn’t have roosters. The only chickens that should be in towns should be extra crispy in buckets.
shakes fist
Also those chickens that play tic tac toe.
They seem rather harmless and should also be allowed in town.
However, roosters at 5:30 would have my blood boiling every morning.
Do I even want to know what tic tac toe playing chickens are?
When I was Honeymooning in Bali, I discovered that yes, indeedy, roosters crow at dawn. They also crow at noon, at dinnertime, at dusk, at teatime and any other bleedin’ time they feel like it - nonstop!
Roast chicken dinner never tasted so good. 
How could you live in Ohio and never have seen a tic-tac-toe-playing chicken?
They’re chickens, they play tic-tac-toe. That’s all. Oh, and they usually win.
–Cliffy
Just what it sounds like. I remember seeing one in California maybe 20 years ago. Think of a booth, very much like the fortune telling booth from the movie Big. Now, instead of an animatronic gypsie fortune teller, there is a chicken…a live chicken. Below the chicken is a tic-tac-toe board that the human player can play with. The chicken has a similar board that it “plays” with. At the age of 6 I found it very difficult to beat the chicken, or whatever mechanism was playing for the chicken.
Short article on a tic-tac-toe playing chicken here.
A few pictures can be found here.
I grew up in rural CT, where I heard roosters crow as I walked to school every morning. I greatly miss roosters crowing at sunrise, and would love to live in a place where they did.
We had chickens when I was little; they had the run of the farm. One sultry August night I had decided to sleep outside on a lawn chair because it was baking hot in the house. I don’t move much in my sleep, and as the sun rose the chickens became bold.
There is no more unpleasant way to be awakened than by the shrill crowing of a red bantam rooster standing on your chest. I very nearly shot into orbit while startled chickens scattered everywhere and my father, who had been watching the whole time from the back door, almost wet himself laughing.
Was it uphill both ways? In the snow? Barefoot? 
jsgoddess: At least its cheaper than an alarm clock.
It appears I have led a sheltered and deprived life.
The closest thing to livestock I’ve ever had was a St. Bernard!