Roosters Need Snooze Buttons


When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m a-travelin’ on
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

-BOB DYLAN, Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right

While in Costa Rica recently we stayed in a semi-rural area called San Josecito de San Isidro de Heredia. Don’t let the length of the name fool you, this is not a big town, yet nor is it rural. Rather there is a pleasant meeting of the two. On the same street, manual workers and government ministers, lovely estates and shanty houses share the same beautiful view of San Jose City itself. Chickens, feral cats and dogs share the roads and fields with geckos and brightly coloured butterflies. Sassy school children and various birds live, dare I say, cheek by fowl!

As a city boy born and raised I was tickled pink to be awakened each morning by the crowing of at least one neighbourhood rooster

One of the many pleasant aspects of this area is the early morning sounds of locals getting ready to do their thing. Perhaps it was because I was on vacation, and therefore not under any time constraint that I enjoyed hearing others’ starting off their daily routines all around me. Whether watching folks stroll along to jobs in the nearby coffee fields, or others driving into town to jobs in banks and offices, all share the roads.

As a city boy born and raised I was tickled pink to be awakened each morning by the crowing of at least one neighbourhood rooster. These are the things of books and, more to the point, childhood stories. A little cliche no doubt, but to be awakened by a rooster’s call is something to add to one’s bucket list.

Even Bob Dylan took the opportunity to write about the early-morning avian alert system. However, what Zimmy and, frankly, all references that I am familiar with neglect to point out is that once that rooster crows, it keeps on doing so. City lad that I am, I figured the bird crowed, wakened the farmer, then, having done his schtick went back to sleep. After all, it crows at a God-awful early hour. You’d think it would welcome a return to its coop for a few more hours of sleep. I know I sure as hell did!

Once they discharge the day’s first volley, they seem to just keep at it until the day is done. In honesty, this has lowered the renowned rooster in my estimate.

In essence one of the many things I have learned from my time in Costa Rica is that roosters don’t have snooze buttons – but they sure should. Once they discharge the day’s first bed-shaking volley, they seem to just keep at it until the day is done. In honesty, this has lowered the renowned rooster in my estimate. Believing the finely combed birds actually performed a vital day-starting service as opposed to just doing what they do all frigging day-long has dimmed some of the allure of the time-honoured task for this city boy.

Feature photo courtesy Fir0002/Flagstaffotos

Published by DCMontreal

DCMontreal - Deegan Charles Stubbs - is a Montreal writer born and raised who likes to establish balance and juxtapositions; a bit of this and a bit of that, a dash of Yin and a soupçon of Yang, some Peaks and an occasional Frean and maybe a bit of a sting in the tail! Please follow DCMontreal on Twitter and on Facebook, and add him on Google+

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