about 2 hours later...
I lived in the relative “country” outside of Portland for about a year. The dang rooster on the property never, ever, crowed at the right time. It was cockadoodle-doo in the middle of meditation, all thru breakfast, and especially around 2am. What the fuck was wrong with that rooster? I spent 5 weeks in Tijuana and the roosters were about the same there, too. It is now 6 a.m and I still haven’t slept. I hear a rooster crowing now, and I just have to smile because it’s another thing I like about Quito, roosters actually crow at the right time here. I think I'm about ready to go to bed.
(note: this pic was taken after the all night Christmas party, me sans sleep)