The roosters were crowing in the misty, frosty moonlight early this morning. It was quite surreal, somewhere around 4:00am. It looked like a scene out of a vampire flic. The coyotes had already howled themselves into comas. Everything was blue as fake lighting on a stage with the mist hovering off the ground like dissipating dry ice fog. And there was Romeo Rooster, givin’er like it was egg squirting time.