Basterius Blues, and other songs.......

The morning brirds in Centro, a little west of the hotels, at dawn are simply amazing.  They start when it's still fully dark.  A rooster with ESP seems to know daybreak is right around the corner and starts up, then it's a here, and a rooster there.  (That's why the chickens at the Local Cocina Economia are so tasty.  They were "porch chickens") The doves start up next, like a snooze alarm, cooing softly.  It's a beautiful and gentle prelude that is soon peirced by the shrieking tones of the long tailed Grackles, whose song book is more wide and varied than Rogers and Hammerstein's.  If you lucky you will catch the local grackles in a "clicky" mood, and they can go one for minutes of this.  OR three or fouur of them will be on the highest perch and seem to looking at a UFO or something, staring straight up into the sky.  THey draw your eye ther and it's usually nothing, and then you realize that they are staring each other down up there, eyeball to eyeball.  Yo soy Macho, me es macho!
     The dog get's excited by all this activity and if we are lucky we catch a beauty of a sunrise and are serenaded the whole way.  Today it was the doves singing lead vocals.  On every block there was another male puffing his chest out, waling in circles, bobbing his head in the ancient ritual.  The trees are full of them in the local parks and you can almost hear some of them singing the blues.
    "My chest it ain't puffy,"
BWA WAH WAH WAH WUMP
     "And my breath it does stink,"
BWAH WAY WAH WAH WOMP
      "When the Licoria opens"
BWAH WAH WHA WHA WHUMp
      "I'm gonna get me a drink."
I GOT THE 7 am SO lonely
7 am so aloneim lonely and  a BASTARIUS kind of day.....
WAAH WAHH WAHH WAHHWAWAWAAAHHHHHHHHHHH