Before going to Costa Rica I had very romantic, if not naïve image of chickens – specifically Roosters. I had this notion that at 5 am, maybe 4:30ish a rooster crows – maybe once, three calls at best. Oh, what a fool was I. For I learned roosters are dumb. They cock-a-doodle-doo for about an hour each time (notice the each in the sentence…) – first in the morning 4ish, then sometime in the afternoon, and then if you’re lucky – the rooster will get spooked somehow for another hour about 8 pm…Let me repeat – they are dumb.
Here’s the funny thing, after about four days, you don’t even hear them any more. Every home there has chickens running around in the yard to the side of the road (like sheep in Ireland.) The many cock-a-doodle-doos blend with the abundance of natural sounds that envelope you…Clicking hummingbirds; squeaking small, yellow birds; the distance calls of hawks circling above; the hum of crickets; a gentle breeze rustling the leaves…In Costa Rica, time drifts quietly into night and finally, all is well, all matter of things are well…
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