Doing the Hokey Pokey.
He crowed at 5:45 a.m. from the holly tree, and then flew/crashed landed
out of the holly tree onto the ground at 6 a.m. He looked around to make sure
no one saw him, shook his feathers out to regain his dignity, and walked up the hill
to breakfast and more crowing.
We are into the third day of trying to catch him and are trying something new.