I’m not sure where to go.
Our homestay host said turn left. So I do.
It’s early, the boys are slumbering, and I need to eat before zooming into the day.
Gotta be a pho place around here
I get maybe 20 meters down the lane when I see the man and his rooster.
And reader, let me tell you
This man knows how to care for a rooster.
The yard is not atypical. Fenced off with wire, plenty of dirt and chicken droppings decomposing together in a poopy stew. A collection of chickens peck and scritch their way around the yard. An unassuming home, breezeway housing a couple bikes and drying laundry.
So, business as usual, nothing much to see here.
Until I see him, and him.
He’s crouched down, squatting in front of some sort of fowl.
Is that a turkey?
A rooster?
Can’t be.
I’m really not sure what to call it until he lets it go. But before he does, I notice him tending with utmost care to his fowl feathered friend. Picking a nit here, smoothing a ruffled feather there.
The two of them sit, oblivious to the world.
One, the most intent, present caregiver.
There’s a lot of love there.
The other, a trusting, loved, meditative soul.
I don’t know much about rooster care. Do all rooster owners spend the morning meticulously hand grooming?
If so, I need to know more.
This is a relationship that has been cultivated, nurtured. These two know each other. And I feel as though I’ve stumbled into a morning ritual, an intruder who can’t help but stare.
I continue down the lane and sneak a look back over my shoulder as the groomsman continues his work. And make a mental note to try to swing by tomorrow.
I’ve still got questions.
Your slice drew me right in. Now I want to know more about chicken raising. There is something soothing about seeing someone care for another being. I’m glad you capture the moment.
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Beautifully written. Such a small moment and such a world of life in it. It remends me of the documentary “Chicken People” that I saw recently. Some people really vibe with our feathered friends.
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