I started this drawing last summer when we were in Vermont for a week. Last night, I pulled it out again and played with it in Photoshop.
Every morning in Vermont, someone's rooster crowed us awake starting at 6 am. Roosters sound nothing like the cockle-doodle-do that picture books featuring happy farm animals lead us city dwellers to believe in our childhood. It's more like a screaching death-yowl you would expect from the giant bird in the picture above.
I do love Vermont. Except for the roosters. And maybe the mosquitos.