what do haitians do for fun?
Just me and the chickens. And a couple of goats. And wall-sitting Haitians.
Some mornings, Dolly helped in the clinic. She was a labour and delivery nurse for many years and so she tolerates the sight of yukky things much better than I. So she weighed and measured babies and took blood pressures of mamas.
I was banished to the road to help on a painting project.
The road outside the clinic looks like this to the east...
...and this to the west.
Mamas knocking at the gate, rat-tat-tatting to be let in by Jason, the guard, is a common sight.
There is a rooster, of uncertain ownership, that pecks around in the dirt outside the gate.
I am not clear on the attraction of roosters for the Haitian people. They are raucous at all hours of the day, but particularly at 4 o'clock in the morning, when the roosters perform their own version of the "twilight bark" from 101 Dalmations.
Segue please.
Haitian roosters make me grumpy.
In fact, I was asking Santo (resident translator and general go-to guy at the clinic) why we owned a rooster, he informed me that it was so that the hens would lay eggs.
But Santo, I said patiently, you don't need a rooster to get eggs.
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