There is a rooster in my neighbourhood

It crows at 4:30am.

The first time I heard him crow, I thought it was somebody's obnoxiously loud cock-crowing ring tone, the city-livin' gal that I am. But then I saw him strutting in the neighbourhood the next day, as if he owned it.

Now I get to wake up to a real rooster crowing every morning.

I can't decide if it is a good thing.