Memo Ronaldo! Listen up Ronaldo!

This is an ultimatum, a no compromise deal from the residents in the Avenues.

You may think you are become something of a 'C” list celeb lording it around the avenues. But be warned - your crowing, your infuriating and sleep depriving crowing, has drained the humour and goodwill of an entire neighbourhood.

Be warned and be smart Ronaldo because your tail feathers will get fried if you don't climb in Helen's cage and accept relocation to Ohauiti.

Not a bad option when you consider the alternatives - fricassee, tandoori or spit roasted at a neighbourhood BBQ.

That should help you make up your mind feathered friend.

The cage set up to rehome Ronaldo.

And if you won't consider your own well-being Ronaldo, perhaps you should have a couple of beak's worth of sympathy and consideration for eight-year-old Harper Eves, who lives around the Grace Road and 14th Ave intersection.

'Ronaldo is super-annoying. His crowing wakes me every morning at 5 o'clock.

And Ronaldo, Harper's got school at Tauranga Primary in the morning – she doesn't need messing around by a cavalier cockerel.

'I like chooks, but I don't like them in the garden at 5am making loud noises,” says Harper. And sometimes as earlier as 4.42am we're told.

There's also Ronaldo's attitude.

'When I walk close to him, he gives me a side-eye.”

A side-eye can be intimidating.

'He's mean and he frightens me …sort of.”

Harper and Huxley.

Ronaldo's arrival in the Avenues was pure happenstance.

One night the gentile suburb had a good sleep, the very next it was woken a couple of hours before dawn by a rooster in full throat.

Ronaldo had arrived. From where and how, we don't know. That was the thick end of a month ago and Ronaldo hasn't moved out again. He likes it right where he is thank you. And some light entertainment has become an unruly, noisy, self-important menace. Read more here.

Ronaldo is also a rooster with street smarts, and he's arrogant and he has a swagger. And he has resisted all efforts to capture and relocate him.

Helen lives in the area and is pitting her wits against Ronaldo's. The chook's winning at the moment.

'He was on the fence this morning, and when I spoke to him and suggested he just slip into the cage so we can take him to a nice new rural home, he just gave me that evil eye again, went BWARK, bwark, bwark, bwark, and disappeared off the fence,” says Helen.

They don't want Ronaldo's blood, they just want him safely gone.

Each day, on the advice of a holistic vet – yes, there's been a healthy investment in Ronaldo's capture and relocation – Helen puts a bowl of corn, peas and carrots in the cage.

'I might even go buy him some rooster food… some millet. The idea is that we set up a routine, so he feels comfortable around the cage.”

Then when the time is right ….SLAMMMM! Down comes the cage door, Ronaldo is nabbed, his reign of disruption and irritation is over and the neighbourhood sleeps well again.

Even so, there's a begrudging respect for Ronaldo – 'He's a particularly handsome boy. And he certainly has a following now.”

Ronaldo's a bit of fun for people reading SunLive maybe, but not those being woken at sparrows.

Ronaldo does have one fan though … Harper's cavoodle Huxley. Literary names run in this family.

'Whenever we take Huxley for a walk, he's desperate to make friends with Ronaldo” says Harper.

It's in a cavoodles genes to chase birds. However Ronaldo doesn't share the love. He just struts away and watches Harper and Huxley with an evil eye from behind a bush.

SunLive is staying across this curious story of an errant rooster. Stay tuned.