dueling banjo's

The workers had arrived by noon, each with their own tune. Both hired work crews (twelve total) - all sang to the tearing off of our old roof.

Between the dog howling inside and the scrapping and heavy banging up top - it was good to hear the different cultures bring their own melodious work songs.  The Jamaicans brought their loud vocal reggae, and the Hondurans came with their own 'folklorico', sung in a humble way.  I only wish I had recorded it.

What can I say, a beautiful day of weather with everyone working hard and happy, with only one worker falling off a ladder - who quickly recovered - and, who soon was back-up on his feet. Through all this, our own poor Knuckles who'd been stuck inside, who could only do his best -  vocalizing with his synchronized non-stop barking - and combined, all offering a sheer delightful chaos.