Its five am in the morning and Ramdas came calling. {You
really had to know the guy. He woke me up by throwing tiny
bean seeds at my bedroom window}. I spring up before he
wakes up the whole house. It is also bird-catching season.
The morning air is filled with different sounds of birds
singing and chirping. And just before sun raises you here
the Cooks crowing around the neighborhood it is a festive
time for all birds. Ramdas and I plunge ourselves into the
surrounding fields with high grass. Ramdas already had a
bird in his cage, attached to that cage is a mini cage with a
trap door. He also has some poles stuck with chewing gum
remains. We wait as Ramada’s bird in the cage chirps away
this attracts other bird’s Kiskadee or a Yellow Breast. We
were hoping to trap one or two in the little cage or on the
poles.
Most families are not up that early. However because
Ramada’s Father Works on the Sugar Estate he had to be up
early. We head to Ramdas bottom house his mother has
brisk fireside going the air is filled with the aroma of hot
cocoa and coffee brewing, and rotie being clapped by
Ramada’s sister. On the next side of the fireside, his mother
roasted some Bologna Chocker. Two plates were prepared we
sit in hammock and ate with our hands as the cool morning
breeze blows.
Once upon an Easter.
really had to know the guy. He woke me up by throwing tiny
bean seeds at my bedroom window}. I spring up before he
wakes up the whole house. It is also bird-catching season.
The morning air is filled with different sounds of birds
singing and chirping. And just before sun raises you here
the Cooks crowing around the neighborhood it is a festive
time for all birds. Ramdas and I plunge ourselves into the
surrounding fields with high grass. Ramdas already had a
bird in his cage, attached to that cage is a mini cage with a
trap door. He also has some poles stuck with chewing gum
remains. We wait as Ramada’s bird in the cage chirps away
this attracts other bird’s Kiskadee or a Yellow Breast. We
were hoping to trap one or two in the little cage or on the
poles.
Most families are not up that early. However because
Ramada’s Father Works on the Sugar Estate he had to be up
early. We head to Ramdas bottom house his mother has
brisk fireside going the air is filled with the aroma of hot
cocoa and coffee brewing, and rotie being clapped by
Ramada’s sister. On the next side of the fireside, his mother
roasted some Bologna Chocker. Two plates were prepared we
sit in hammock and ate with our hands as the cool morning
breeze blows.
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