Staying inside yesterday was a smart move. The most exciting thing that happened was we couldn't cook dinner because we ran out of gas. This morning Ibis had the tank replaced and now we're good for another five months.
Now about this rooster.
While on my run this morning I saw a man carrying a rooster on the beach. Now, roosters are very common in Mexico and while I've seen them in some really odd places, this was my first sighting on the beach. I observed the rooster as the man walked towards an open area and one thing struck me: it wasn't moving. Not a feather. It looked like it had been stuffed. I was actually walking at this point and stared for a couple minutes and he didn't wiggle a toe. There was another rooster in the sand, near where I first saw the man, but that one was clearly alive.
Puzzled, I continued on.
On the way back I passed them again, but this time the rooster was most definitely alive. The man was holding it by the tail while the rooster scraped and clawed at the sand. It looked like he was trying to run. Sand flying, the man held on while the other rooster watched the spectacle.
I told Ibis about it when I got home and he's seen this man before. "He's training the roosters," he said.
"Training? For what?"
"Cockfights."
Great...
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Consider yourself lucky. Maybe you were witnessing the Apollo Creed of the fowl world, training for the next big match.
No really, that's sad. Poor little roosters.
I know they have them here and I know someone who knows someone who... you know how it goes. I've been invited to the fights but have ZERO interest in ever seeing that!
Cockfights are just fowl.
ROFL!
ROFL, turkey lurkey! So true.
Wow, poor things.
urgh...not cool. Maybe the rooster will peck him in the eyes while he's sleeping!
like and episode of "when good chickens go bad"
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