Morning Sounds

Before the sun rises in the morning when I’m still snuggled in bed (as much as one can snuggle in a sub-tropical climate) I lay with my eyes closed and pretend to continue sleeping while Dos Gatos practice their Shiatsu Massage techniques.  Boomer is slightly smaller than Bandit (other than the definite pooch he has developed in the belly area) and surprisingly he has always had the deeper, huskier meow when he “talks” to us.  He is often the first one to wake in the morning and so begins his assault on us while we are not yet fully coherent.  Once Bandit has discovered that Boomer is not meeting with much success despite the walking, meowing and beating at the French doors leading to the back porch he will begin his little morning talk.  When SU succumbs to the pressure I often lay and listen to the morning sounds of dawn.

This morning as I lay in bed I heard the neighbour’s dog from down the road barking.  I’m often not sure if he is barking because he’s bored or because someone in passing in the field beside their house.  Maybe it was just a morning greeting or he was telling a Grackle to get away from his food.

The school bus rumbles down the street at about 0600 to pick up our young neighbor for the trip to Las Tablas.  This year he is enrolled in the bilingual school and it is a much longer day for him.  He often doesn’t arrive home until after 1630.  The bus doesn’t linger long in the morning, he hops on and then it rumbles back down the road and off to the next house.

We always hear roosters crowing but the sounds are amplified in the early morning quiet.  It starts with the neighbourhood roosters but if I listen closely I can also here the cacophony of the fighting roosters that are kept in cages several streets over from us.  Although the property is surrounded by high bushes and trees and is kept clean by Panama standards, I’m so glad that we don’t live any closer than we do.

Quite often we hear the Howler Monkey’s that live by the river saying good morning to each other.  As the heat increases in the day they sleep in the shade of the tree canopy but in the early morning light they forage for their breakfast and talk to each other.  The sound carries over hills and fields in the morning when everything else is quiet.

The cows are moving closer in from their Wet Season pasture and we are hearing more mooing in the early morning and later at night.  They too are on the hunt for food, grazing through the rice fields now awaiting planting in Wet Season.  When that runs out they come even closer in.  We’ve deliberately left all the plants poking through the back fence to grow this year in the hopes that they will trim them off when they come looking for a green snack.  So far this year we’ve only had one escapee visit over two nights last week until she was chased back into the field.

The last few minutes I listen for the sounds of the birds.  I often hear Cara Cara’s screeching as they hunt for mice and lizards,  the Humming Birds clicking and whirring through the garden flowers, Fly Catcher’s trilling from their spot on the wires as they wait to catch their breakfast and House Wrens sitting on the front fence singing a morning song.  All too soon the sun is half way over the field and it’s time to rise.

¡Buenos días desde el campo y tienen un buen miércoles!





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2 Responses to Morning Sounds

  1. Ahhhh…As I sip my coffee and read this post I just smile…thanks for starting this beautiful day with me…Cheers Mi Amiga!!

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