The rooster is the self proclaimed Lord Of The Day. Loudly, repeatedly self proclaimed. Elsewhere confined to the kingdom of the dawn, his writ on Bali extends the whole live long day. From the first possibility of light in the east to the last fading of it in the west he and his brethren crow. Loudly, repeatedly. Ducks and geese and jungle birds and dogs are his vassals, in subdued respectful voice.
But the night is a democracy. In the firefly speckled velvet black of the Balinese night the voices of crickets, cicadas, frogs, geckos and bats blend, not seamless, but somehow harmonious to the human ear.
Bali is never silent.
But for this self proclaimed Lord Of The Day I have a single quiet word: satay.
(I have yet to see, let alone photograph, a frog here, so the photo below is from my shower stall in Darwin; that tree frog stayed through the entire shower, a loyal amphibian.)
Omg, it is so cute! Can you bring it home? (Re: frog)
ReplyDeleteYeah, he is pretty cute and only about a 20% chance of being poisonous to touch...;-)
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