I’ve only been here a few weeks and I don’t recall how I woke up in Denver. I know when I was working that I woke to a radio alarm. Here, I come to consciousness with the birds. It starts slowly with a few little cheeps and chirps then builds to a riot — a cacophony of shrieks, screams, and bird sounds that I don’t know how to spell. I thought there was a cat outside! But after the sun comes up they recede back into the sounds of the day. I always thought nature’s alarm was reserved for roosters — nope! And then as a signal that dusk is approaching, they start in again.
SIDEBAR: One rare bird sound we don’t get unless you go in search of it are tweets.
I realize now that I never thought that much about the birds. Maybe because there aren’t as many in Colorado and they aren’t that much a part of our lives (especially if you have cats). Here, there are so many and they are painted such glorious colors. And we have parrots! A hotel we stayed at on a prior trip to Ajijic has a huge tree full of parrots nests. I was fascinated as they would all fly away and then at some signal they would return chirping and squawking and dive to their nests of twigs, moss and debris. After a little while they would all tear out again on some unknown mission. Amazing.
We have a lovely garden restaurant in the village that features a large parrot in a cage. He is fat (and I think) not the least bit happy. I swear if there hadn’t been a huge padlock I would have liberated him. It must be like a life prison sentence for a bird to be captured and put in a cage.
I never thought quite like that before but in this place the birds and insects are part of life. Our garden consultant (no, it isn’t pretentious) Francisco was telling us that here we share our bounty with the birds and insects. We get half, they get half. When a less-than-perfect avocado falls from the tree, a bird comes and pokes holes in the tough outer skin and after it abandons the remains, the insects move in. I never thought of our garden bounty as something to actually share with anyone besides our neighbors. I wonder what Francisco would say about Japanese Beetles.
Only the Mexicans could turn the cockroach into a song. I’ve seen a couple and they are really fat and happy and thank you, they have been outside.