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| Why did the chicken cross the road... |
Either way, being here I’ve
developed an interest in watching chickens while sitting in my
kitchen/dining/living room. They are very fascinating creatures! Who knew?!? I
think my roommate thinks I’m crazy because I often tell her excitedly to come
watch. One day I saw the “gallina”
running around the tree like she was running for her life, so I stopped to
watch. The “gallo” then came around
the other side jumped on top of her and began pecking her head. I watched in
horror because I thought for sure he was gonna kill her as feathers were flying
all around! Not to say I wouldn’t have went out, picked it up, tried my best to feather it and cook it after,
but it was still something I had never seen. My landlord’s daughter told me a
few days later that that’s where the eggs come from and here I thought I was
witnessing a murder!
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| This guy loves the camera! |
I saw this happen again a few
days later with the same “gallo”, but
this new “gallina” was a little
smarter. As the “gallo” chased down
another hen trying to make more “huevos”
the hen flew up to the leaf of a banana tree. She was not trying to be caught! I went to the
other room and by the time I got back you better believe that rooster was right
up there too. Whoever said chickens don’t fly had never seen these chickens! I
guess every male species is persistent when it comes to “chasing” a female.
At night, things get even
more interesting even though I can’t see the chickens. Some nights in the wee
hours of the morning it will be very quiet; the dog isn’t barking and the
iguanas aren’t scratching on the roof. All of a sudden you hear running
footsteps going “muy rapido”. I don’t
know what it is until the “gallo”
starts clucking like it is dawn and time for everyone to get up. While I can’t
see them, I imagine the rooster is out chasing another hen because that’s the
only time they run, other than when they are scared of humans or iguanas. Other
nights the chickens start a chorus randomly. I hear the ones in my yard and
then it seems as if all the other chickens in the neighborhood join in.
Sometimes when I listen really carefully I can hear the chickens from around
the corner. The chickens never cease to surprise me…
You’re probably reading this
and think I have far too much time on my hands to pay attention to the chickens.
You’re probably right, but I’m probably gonna be an expert on chickens by the
time I get back to the States and will be thoroughly entertained until then…
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| A favorite hiding spot when the rain starts suddenly. |
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| This one made it past being a scrambled egg. |
