Chapter 2 RAMDAS
Its 5 am in the morning and Ramdas comes calling. {You really had to know the guy. He woke me
up by throwing tiny bean seeds at my bedroom window}. I spring out of bed before he wakes up the
whole house hold. It is also bird-catching season. The morning air is filled
with different sounds of birds singing and chirping. And just before sunrises 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 a cage, attached to that cage was 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 whistles away. We
were hoping his singing would attracts
other bird’s like “Kiskadee” or a “Towa Towa”.
We were hoping to trap one or two in the little cage or on the gummy
poles.
Most families are not up that early. However because Ramada’s Father worked on the
Sugar Estate he had to be up early. We headed to Ramdas bottom house. His mother had brisk fireside going the air
was filled with the aroma of hot Cocoa and Coffee brewing, and Roti being
clapped by Ramada’s sister. On the next side of the fireside, his mother roasted
some Egg plant “Bologna chocker”. Two plates were prepared we sat in a hammock
and ate using our hands as the cool morning breeze blew.
Once upon an Easter.
Love
Rowan
Folk Incognito Blog Master
