It’s past 4 a.m. and the roosters in my neighborhood are trying to outcrow one another. They really do the whole cockadoodledoo thing don’t they? So far, I’ve managed to live in three Metro Manila neighborhoods where you can hear roosters crowing in the morning (and at other times of the day, as well).
This is a bit puzzling as the only reason I can think of for someone to own roosters in Manila in this day and age is cockfighting. And one of the things I picked up while working for the Sports section is that cockfighting involves serious money, with minimum bets sometimes set at Php25,000 in big Araneta Coliseum tournaments.
I guess I have an unwitting propensity to live near old school, high-stakes gamblers.