Everyday for the last week or so, I have been woken up very, very early by a crowing cockerel. I have been able to find out that it is coming from the garden of 95 Duckett Road. I have reported it to the Noise Nuisance team at Haringey Council. There was a similar problem round here last year and they successfully dealt with it in a matter of days. The Council numbers are as follows:- 020 8489 0000 (during office hours and ask for Mr Derek Pearce in Enforcement Response) and 020 8348 3148 (out of office hours). I feel, the more people report it to the Council the more serious it will be taken by them. If it is disturbing your sleep please report it.
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While we're discussing cocks on Duckett Road, does anyone know in which Duckett or Cavendish road garden the party Friday night/Sat morning that went till about 4:30am (Sat 20th) was? I called noise enforcement at 3:30am but it didn't seem to help...
Party kept me awake too. I'm in Duckett Road and I think it was coming from back garden in top half of Cavendish Road, but not sure as couldn't see where it was.
I remember a few years ago someone getting up a petition against chickens in the Urban jungle. I live near a lady with chickens and I like the sound. I hope the council aren't always disposed to dealing with the situation in a few days. I for one, vote for cockerels and hens in the city. Beats the sound of the kebab shop ventilators and the traffic on Green Lanes.
If you think that being woken up every day at 4.30 am every morning is pleasurable, then you are sadly mistaken. I do not have any problems with chickens, it's the cockerel that is giving me grief, as I am sure it is giving other residents round here.
If you think that being woken up every day at 4.30 am every morning is pleasurable, then you are sadly mistaken.
minbrin, at least one mid-15th century poet-monk would take grave issue with you as to the degree of early morning or late night pleasure a "gentyl cok" might offer:
I hav a gentyl cok
I hav a gentyl cok,
Crowyt me day;
He doth me rysyn erly,
My matyns for to say.
I hav a gentyl cok,
Comyn he is of gret;
His comb is of reed corel,
His tayil is of jet.
I hav a gentyl cok,
Comyn he is of kynde;
His comb is of red corel,
His tayl is of inde.
His legges ben of asor,
So gentyl and so smale;
His spores arn of sylver qwyt,
Into the wortewale.
His eynyn arn of crystal,
Lokyn al in aumbyr;
And evry nyght he perchit hym
In myn ladyis chaumbyr.
From a 1440 Ms in the British Library. It spoils it somewhat when we know that, rather than a coded outpouring of a genuine monk's guilty pleasures, this is a post-Chaucerian secular triple-entendred triple spoof on amour courtois, monastic short er comings, and Chaucer's Chaunticleer in The Nonnes Prests Tale. Would minbrin or the cock lover at 95 Duckett Road care to comment further on the poem's form, provenance or, indeed, relevance to the present discussion?
Note, minbrin, that Matins/Matyns with Lauds was often chanted as early as Midnight - 2.00 am, much earlier than the Duckett cock (or cockerel, if you must be fancy) doth you rysyn erly by 4.30.
Or, CM, perhaps not like a Catullan passer, more like Venerable Bede's cock-sparrow which appears but briefly from Duckett only to disappear into the eternal darkness of Pemberton. A consummation devoutly to be desired.
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