February 23, 2006
The animals in our compound have multiplied. There are horned goats and bearded Billy goats. There's a goat trying to kick down the tin shack out back, a goat who coughs in the night, another who whines and others would bleat in a chorus. There are roosters who wake before dawn, a white scruffy rooster and a big red one with a bellowing voice who crows in competition with another down the block. There's a mother hen and several guinea fowl. Hooves on cement, kicking tin, bleating, crying, coughing, crowing. It disturbs my sleep. The neighbors need to start feasting.