The Case of the Rooster on the lam


chicken“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” (just before midnight)

“My  chicken got loose and it’s in my neighbor’s back yard. Can I go back there and get it?  Nobody’s answering the door.”

I convinced him it would be a bad idea to go into his neighbor’s back yard at midnight, trying to capture his chicken.  He claimed it was his livelihood, but I’m figuring it’s not some remarkable stud animal.  I told him I’d send a deputy to speak to him about his options (I was glad I wouldn’t be the one actually dispatching the call….  “see the man about a chicken”), but he declined, as he said he’d been drinking a fair amount, and didn’t want to speak to a cop.

A few minutes later, the neighbor calls 9-1-1, reporting a strange man beating on his front door, looking for a chicken!

By the time we did dispatch a deputy to check the area, the man out looking for his unleashed cock had gone home, the neighbor went back to bed, and I have no idea what happened to the bird.

Another night in the life of a 9-1-1 dispatch center in the heart of ag country.

“9-1-1, what’s YOUR emergency?? “

Caller of the week. Maybe of the month!

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The Tulare County jail is a building now 50 years old.  Opened in the very early 1960’s, it’s the state-of-the-art in jail design.  For the late 1950’s.  It’s been through a lot in those 50 years, and as with anything of that age, it’s starting to show some wear and tear.  Even our “guests” notice.

I took a call last night that has to be, at the very least, the call of the week, and it was about our jail.

A gentleman called in, at about 1:30 in the morning, and threw me a curve ball.  This was a first.  He sounded a bit tipsy, and I expected to hear a rant about no telling what.  He identified himself (and as I say in my “about” blurb, names are omitted to protect the innocent) and said he needed some information on who to call about the condition of our jail.  I was ready to give him the direct number to the jail, but as he rattled on, it became clear that would not do.

Seems Mr. (name omitted) has set himself the goal of getting us a new jail.  He was recently released after  a stay of undisclosed tenure, and is not happy with the conditions of the current facilities.  He said he understood that it was a jail, “but really?”.  He was adamant that he was going to get us a new jail, and wanted to know who he needed to call.

It was at this point I decided to have a bit of fun.


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