We ate many wonderful things over the last five or six days, including chancletas (an ambrosial pudding of chayote, butter, and sugar served in the hollowed-out rind of the squash), tamales, pork rinds, candied figs, gnocchi at Tamarindos, nachos at Casa Palopo, platanos stewed in honey, and mountains of refried black beans. Yum. I had so much to say -- I walked around composing blog posts in my head -- but feel I missed the opportunity to say it, lacking both a camera and internet access. Now it seems old. I'll remember things piecemeal, but meanwhile, we came home yesterday afternoon to bad news and good news.
Good news first.
We got our first egg. Whichever bird supplied this tiny, perfect item failed to make the deposit in one of the expertly home-carpentered nesting boxes, but chose instead a pile of unsanitary sawdust and. . . well, you know. The egg is about an inch-and-a-half long and cocoa brown. Beautiful. Needs washing. Seems all wrong that I don't have a camera to document this moment.
Also, ugh, we woke up this morning to music very familiar from our stay at Lake Atitlan. A rooster. Our rooster. The big, brutish, mottled Ameraucana. I should have known that crazy bully was a boy. I don't mind at all -- I like the sound he makes -- but our neighbors probably won't be too psyched. It's also (therefore) illegal.
Rooster must be dispatched. Unfortunately, the kids are at home and they are not eager to experience the "circle of life" with these particular chickens. Fate of rooster TBD asap.