Cuckoo for Cuckoo Clocks

In August one of my German exchange students had given my parents a handmade Cuckoo Clock as a gift. It was hung up on the office wall and up until a few days ago it had just kind of hung there, gone unnoticed. Well, apparently we forgot that it is actually supposed to “coo.” Yesterday, my dad took the initiative to flip the switch. I am now granted the gift of knowing EVERY hour when it is, well, a new hour. I am not sure how much I like that concept.