I hear farm animals!

For about a year now, my neighbor has owned a chicken/rooster. Now I may have been born in the country, but I am a city girl. I know it looks like a chicken, but it crows. I thought only roosters crowed. Anyway, this chickens name is Nancy. Nancy roams the neighborhood. I have seen her on my front porch, in my driveway, and even in a backyard of another neighbor. I don't mind Nancy, but she does drive my cats crazy. It has been nice, weather wise, here for the last few days so we have had the windows open. I woke up Saturday morning to the noise of this animal. It was crowing nonstop. Saturday is my only day to sleep in and that really annoyed me. Sunday morning came with the noise of the chicken again. As I am writing this, Nancy is squawking. I cant help but think if the inner country girl can come out in me and see if Nancy tastes good breaded and fried. But then I would have to pluck it and the thought of that turns my stomach. I cant handle getting the bag of gizzards out of a Purdue chicken, I know I couldn't handle cleaning a chicken.