Plus Other Daily Sounds of Mexico
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| Dogs, Rooster, and Chickens in Front of Our Home |
Choosing to retire in Mexico for us
meant a decision to live in real Mexico. That meant finding a
small affordable, Mexican-style home in a barrio, a Mexican neighborhood. We
found our perfect Hacienda-style home at the end of a cobblestone road
surrounded by friendly local families and a sprinkling of international expats.
An unexpected surprise bonus is that the Cake Lady lives behind us, so we enjoy
the aromas of her cakes and breads baking, different recipes each morning. We
really love living in our barrio. There were just a few other surprises that challenge our patience.
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| Roosters Crow At All Hours! |
Crowing Roosters
The first test was adjusting to the
annoying crowing of roosters. At. All. Hours! I have always despised being on
vacation in an exotic place like Hawaii, enjoying a morning of sleeping in,
only to be awakened at dawn by a rooster crowing. Then I found we had moved into a neighborhood full of roosters that crow at all hours of the
night and day. I thought I would lose my mind when the first one started crowing
at 3:00 AM, waking me from a sound sleep, and other roosters followed with
their own variations of crowing every half-hour or so until 9:00. Then there was the
young rooster, “Junior”, I called him, who was practicing his crow. He would
wake up and start crowing if I turned on my bathroom light at 1:00 in the
morning. I would quickly turn the light off and mutter, “Shhh, go back to
sleep, Junior” and he would quiet after a few minutes.
I am still amazed that I no longer
hear the roosters crowing at night. The brain learns to block out repetitive
noises during sleep. I suppose it is much like people who say they no
longer hear a train that goes by their house every night at 2:00AM. I guess I
would miss the roosters if they were gone. They sure don’t keep me from
sleeping in until 9:00 in the morning when I choose to these days.
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| Part of the Dog Pack On Guard in Our Road |
Barking Dogs
The second challenge of living in
the barrio was adjusting to the loud,
sometimes incessant sound of barking dogs. Our neighbors across the street have
a protective pack of mutts that vacillates in size from nine to seven,
depending on how many passed away that year, whether a litter was born before
the mama was spayed, and how many new dogs wandered in to eat or play and never
left. The alpha male (not shown) scared me so badly the first few times I encountered the
pack, every dog running loose and free to do as they please. When I approached
the gate to our home, I would pick up Bella, our dachshund, and just stand
still in the road while the large, Shephard-mix faced me, feet set, teeth
bared, fiercely barking as if to say, “This is my street and you are not passing me”, and all of his canine
pals were backing him up with loud agreement. I wouldn’t pass them until
one of the neighbors came out to see what the commotion was about and call off the
hounds when they recognized me.
Now the neighborhood dogs know us
and greet us with wagging tails. Some even come to us for a belly rub or a
scratch behind the ear. These days, when the pack starts their ferocious, noisy,
continuous barking, we know there’s a stranger in the area. Those dogs are
helping keep the neighborhood and us safe. We appreciate them.
Then there are the nights that a
dog starts yapping for some unknown reason and it goes on for hours. I often wonder if the dog's people left it at home alone and the dog is just feeling
abandoned. Jon thinks the dog is just yapping to hear himself talk. Whatever
the reason, the annoying ruckus can continue for hours. I am grateful that the
white noise of the ceiling fan and nightly use of earplugs help me block out
the sound of yapping dogs at all hours of the night.
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| A Chachalaca Eating Berries in Our Palm Tree |
Raucous Chachalacas
The unbelievably loud, raucous
sound of a flock of Chachalacas in the mango trees next door to our house makes
roosters crowing seem pleasant by comparison. About the time the roosters stop
crowing in the morning, the Chachalacas start their group “squeaky-hinge” bird
calls. These large birds, similar in size and appearance to a wild turkey, are
interesting to watch. They are nearly silent as they flap and walk their way to
the top of the mango trees to roost each evening. Usually seen in pairs and
groups of pairs, they have a quiet, sweet chirp as they communicate with their
mates and young. But, be ready for the sound of eight or ten making their
morning wake-up calls!
When we first visited Sayulita and
I heard a tree-full of Chachalacas singing their awful song, I recall
commenting to Jon, “How can people live next to that?” Then we found ourselves
living next to that and wondered how we would adjust. We not only adjusted to
it, we enjoy them as part of the sounds of Mexico. We just smile when we hear
the Chachalacas start their morning chorus, we shake our heads, and we
sometimes comment, “There they go.” After an hour of squeaky-hinge birdsong,
they quiet. The chickens clucking as they scratch in the flowerbed outside our garden wall and hang out with "Juan the Crested Guan" are the only background noises for a
while.
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| "Juan the Crested Guan" Hangs Out with the Chickens |
Other Sounds of
Mexico
There are other daily sounds of
Mexico that are noticeable and were sometimes annoying when we first moved
there. There are the loudspeaker sounds played by vendors selling their
wares including three gas truck companies, each with its own unique musical or
vocal recording. Other trucks and cars drive with their speakers announcing the
sale of produce, seafood, bread and pastries, beds and mattresses, and other
necessities for day-to-day living. A scrap-metal man drives his truck by daily
looking for discarded junk to recycle, the purified drinking water trucks make
their rounds, and the flower man calls through the gate when he has a
wheelbarrow full of potted plants to sell.
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| The Produce Truck Speakers Announce His Arrival at Our Home |
We love these daily sounds, which have become background music of our
life. But our favorite is when the Soni-gas truck comes up our street, the
speaker playing a woman’s voice singing. Before we have caught the first notes
of her song, the alpha male dog outside our gate begins to howl and soon the
whole pack joins in, howling a plaintive song. We laugh while the music and
howling continue until the Soni-gas truck resumes his travels away from our corner
of the barrio.
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