Our parents lied to us. I don’t think they intended to lie, I think they just didn’t know any better. Still, those of you who are now parents need to be very, very careful (as if you don’t have enough to worry about already.)
Do you remember those wonderful stories they read to us about the roosters that sang a sweet little ditty, cock a doodle do, which gently brought in the day? Being a night person I have always thought I could benefit from a lovely rooster to help draw me to consciousness. They are lies, I tell you, all lies. First of all, it is not a sweet song, it is a wretched squawk, although it does sound like a COCKADOODLEDOOOOO. Secondly, they don’t do this at a time when you should be getting up. They begin at four a.m.. I guess that’s why those stories were all about farmers, not teachers that should still be sleeping at four am. (Yes, yes, I know, most of the other teachers are up at 4 am, just not me.) And they don’t do this just once or twice but they continue. All day. ALL DAY.
I suppose the other thing they are assuming is that only on a farm would you find such animals. Not so in Jirapa. We mainly have goats, everywhere, and then an assortment of dogs, cats, chickens, roosters, guinea fowl, and pigs. The goats are funny because they spend the night lying all over the road because the road stays warm. If you are driving early in the morning you hope that the “shepherd” or whatever you call him is around to start scooting them off. I don’t know who the dogs and cats belong to but they are generally just around. Every once in a while you will see a donkey or cow and last week I nearly crashed my bicycle when a guy was standing on top of two horses side by side galloping through town…..no idea what that was about. The insects, well, that’s a whole other post.