I woke up in the predawn hours needing to use the bathroom. Slowly I became aware of a chorus of sounds outside. First were the baby or tiny birds. They chirped like they were fighting for food from their mother, or if they were simply tiny birds they were discussing the latest gossip of the night. When those sounds fell away, they were replaced by the crowing of roosters.
Listening to the roosters crowing gave me the same sensation as looking over a vast field at dusk and seeing the lights of fireflies flicker at intermittent distances of near and far.
The closest rooster to me sounded broken, however. Like an old car trying to start. I doubt he is ours. Quite possibly he belongs to the neighbor.