Cock and roll! Morning crowing reminds transplants of home

“Waking up to the crow of a rooster paired with the Manhattan skyline is the type of surreal experience we need in New York City..:

Story by Jaime Lutz - Source: http://www.brooklynpaper.com
Doodle, Do: Aiden Curzon Pompey, 17, strains to hear the Greenpoint rooster on Dupont Street off Franklin Street. Photo © Stefano Giovannini

Doodle, Do: Aiden Curzon Pompey, 17, strains to hear the Greenpoint rooster on Dupont Street off Franklin Street. Photo © Stefano Giovannini

It’s a wake-up call that reminds them of home.

A mysterious Greenpoint rooster whose cock-a-doodle-doing is the first thing many residents hear every morning has earned the love and respect of some who say its country music the kind of thing that makes Brooklyn great.

“Waking up to the crow of a rooster paired with the Manhattan skyline is the type of surreal experience we need in New York City, to remind us of our humanity,” said Elliot Montgomery, an artist from North Carolina who lives on Dupont Street near Franklin Avenue, a block where a persistent rooster crows all day.

And he’s not the only one who thinks the bird’s call is a good for the soul.

A rooster who may or may not look like this one is waking up neighbors in Greenpoint, but that's the way they like it.  Photo © Al Pereira

A rooster who may or may not look like this one is waking up neighbors in Greenpoint, but that’s the way they like it. Photo © Al Pereira

“Little things like a rooster crowing goes a long way in connecting city folks with nature,” said Laura Hofmann, a kifelong Greenpointer who says she hasn’t heard this particular rooster, but fondly remembers hearing a different one a few blocks away which has since stopped. “I sort of miss that.”

It’s easy to make hipster jokes about the poultry-loving phenomenon, but it extends far beyond North Brooklyn. Evi Jundt, a piano teacher who lives on Bond Street near Atlantic Avenue, recently thanked neighbors for keeping chickens in a note on a Boerum Hill listserv.

“Nobody believes me when I say I hear chickens somewhere in my block’s backyard area,” wrote Jundt, who moved to the city in 2001 from rustic Switzerland. This has been the best cure for my countryside nostalgia!”

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