I don't have a rooster here. Instead, I have my seagulls. In our little port town of Puerto de Mazarrón the fishing boats go in and out twice a day. One shift leaves in the evening and returns with the catch around 7 am; the next shift leaves shortly thereafter and returns in the evening. On many morning as I clean up my breakfast and have my last drink of warm tea before heading downstairs to catch my ride to work, I have a minute to watch the morning catch enter the port. The entry to the small port is situated so that at this time of the year, the rising sun appears on the horizon behind the port it at just about the same time that the morning catch comes in. In the growing and silvery light, we watch hoards of seagulls clash with each other around the fishing boat. They dive for the smell of fish and to catch what they can of entrails dumped into the water by fishermen cleaning the catch. From up high in our apartment, the morning scene is quiet except for the squawks of seagulls, those ocean rats, battling for breakfast.
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