Foghorn Leghorn

During our first few days in Clayton (the suburb of Melbourne where we live), we stuck pretty close to home. We had no car and no groceries of our own, so in order to avoid the food in the cafeteria and help with jetlag, we would walk the 2 km to the Notting Hill hotel and pub, AKA the Nott* for a drink and some dinner.

In the outdoor area of the bar we were introduced to the resident rooster, who would crow at dusk like a good rooster should (I assume he would also crow at dawn, but bars close well before dawn here, so I was not able to check on that).



The following night, we also discovered that the rooster also had 2 lady friends, who he was insistent upon knowing (in the biblical sense). At one point, I had to jump up on one of the picnic table seats because the rooster was chasing a hen around and around and around the table!

As the Tech was taking pictures of the hijinxs, an aussie guy came out and started talking to us about the rooster. I said something, and he looked at me and said, "You're..you're a SEPTIC TANK!!!"

Apparently 'Septic Tank' is rhyming slang for Yank, which means American.

Yeah, that makes me proud of my country.

* My advisor and I were well familiar with the Nott, having spent many nights of our first visit to Clayton here 3 years ago, so it was interesting to be back after all that time.