THE VILLAGE

Cock-a-doodle doo. Pigs snorting and grunt. Bleat baa the sheep. Hidden in the trees squeak the squirrels. Gobble gobble gobbling turkeys. Low oxen moo the cows. Hohi-a-hohhle hi Bray donkeys so similar. Rolling on the red dust. The village. A swallow-tailed bee-eater. Calling and singing. A green barbet, dark brown head. Answers the call. A red-capped lark, black bill. Entertains the morning. An emerald-spotted wood dove. Seated lonely somewhere. Coos to the extravaganza. The village.

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