This poor guy was standing out on pedestrian Street all day long. We say him in the morning after breakfast when we headed out, after lunch. And before and after dinner. He's the saddest rooster I have ever seen. He has a horn and plays it ever now and then, I think it is supposed to sound like a rooster when he blows it. I think he was advertising something but I have no idea what. There was a little vendor booth with rooster merchandise, maybe he was promoting that, but I can't think they were paying him enough to be out that long. Poor chicken man!
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