cock-a-doodle-shut-the-hell-up-already!
on of my neighbors now sells chickens. for $5 you can get a freshly killed and cleaned medium-sized chicken in a plastic bag. it's only $2 if you take the live chicken home and kill and clean it yourself, but i'd have to say the $3 extra is worth not having to slit it's throat and painstakingly remove all those feathers and innards. anyway, in order to produce all these new chickens, they brought in a new rooster. they've always had a few chickens and a rooster in the past, but they've stepped it up a notch and brought in the big guns, or gun, i should say. he's humungous. and he's loud. and thanks to him, i've now got my own personal alarm clock that has a permanent setting of 5:00 a.m. for the past two weeks i've been having these dreams that end with the new rooster's crow....like it gets worked into the dream because i'm subconsciously hearing it. so in my dream, the roosting crow becomes things like telephones ringing, or kids yelling or something else stupid. around 5:15 or so i finally realize that telephones don't sound like roosters crowing and eventually i stumble out of the dream and into reality.
chickens and roosters and the noise they produce aren't really anything new. nearly everyone in el salvador owns a hen and a rooster. i, along with every other volunteer, have all had our own unique experiences with these noisy fowl. and it doesn´t matter if you live in a pueblo, a cantón, a caserio, or a giant city like san salvador. they are everywhere! roosters actually call out to each other and each one has it's own distinctive cock-a-doodle-doo. no, really! i've laid in my bed wishing death upon all of them as they beat their wings and crow and i've listened to how they respond to each other, a string of crows across the pueblo, eventually coming back to the one my neighbors own. the hens aren't as bad...they usually wait until the day actually starts to start clucking around and only every now and then do they go into hysterics with the bawk-bcawk-BCAWK!!! thing....like when they're being chased because they're going to be killed. i had actually gotten used to the rooster my neighbors had before. but apparently he wasn't worthy of being king of a chicken selling household, so like i said, they brought in a new fellow.
courtney told me a beyond hysterical chicken story. seriously, it's one to remember. she has a lamina roof at her house. the part of the roof above her shower and servicio has a tiny, tiny hole....like no bigger than a button or something. she said one day she was taking a shower and when she got done she looked up and she saw an eyeball looking down on her from the hole. just the eyeball, because the hole is so small. she heard whatever it was move around and then realized that it was a chicken looking down at her. oh my god, i about died laughing when she told me that story.
one time back in training, anna and i were sitting at the entrance of molineros waiting for the bus. there were some chickens roaming around on the sides of the road and one was crossing the road and this pickup truck comes by and the chicken was kind of not paying attention and the pickup truck didn't even slow down and it clipped the back of the chicken. it went crazy and was like bcawk-bcawk-bcawk and running hilariously like how chickens do to the other side of the road. me and anna were like "did that just happen???"
see what i mean? nearly everyone has a chicken story down here.
chickens and roosters and the noise they produce aren't really anything new. nearly everyone in el salvador owns a hen and a rooster. i, along with every other volunteer, have all had our own unique experiences with these noisy fowl. and it doesn´t matter if you live in a pueblo, a cantón, a caserio, or a giant city like san salvador. they are everywhere! roosters actually call out to each other and each one has it's own distinctive cock-a-doodle-doo. no, really! i've laid in my bed wishing death upon all of them as they beat their wings and crow and i've listened to how they respond to each other, a string of crows across the pueblo, eventually coming back to the one my neighbors own. the hens aren't as bad...they usually wait until the day actually starts to start clucking around and only every now and then do they go into hysterics with the bawk-bcawk-BCAWK!!! thing....like when they're being chased because they're going to be killed. i had actually gotten used to the rooster my neighbors had before. but apparently he wasn't worthy of being king of a chicken selling household, so like i said, they brought in a new fellow.
courtney told me a beyond hysterical chicken story. seriously, it's one to remember. she has a lamina roof at her house. the part of the roof above her shower and servicio has a tiny, tiny hole....like no bigger than a button or something. she said one day she was taking a shower and when she got done she looked up and she saw an eyeball looking down on her from the hole. just the eyeball, because the hole is so small. she heard whatever it was move around and then realized that it was a chicken looking down at her. oh my god, i about died laughing when she told me that story.
one time back in training, anna and i were sitting at the entrance of molineros waiting for the bus. there were some chickens roaming around on the sides of the road and one was crossing the road and this pickup truck comes by and the chicken was kind of not paying attention and the pickup truck didn't even slow down and it clipped the back of the chicken. it went crazy and was like bcawk-bcawk-bcawk and running hilariously like how chickens do to the other side of the road. me and anna were like "did that just happen???"
see what i mean? nearly everyone has a chicken story down here.
posted by laura v. at 2:58 PM
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