The extras

This, my friends, is the chicken coop. 

This, the chickens.

We call them "dinner". 



They can be happily scratching around in the dirt at one o'clock and be deliciously served to hungry workers at the evening meal. 

Martin is the resident dispatcher of chickens. 

He is multi-talented. 

He observed, a couple of days before we left, that the chickens seemed happier since being in our coop. As opposed to wherever they lived before coming to live at MBH. 

Yes, I thought, that would be a good motto for us.  

Even the chickens are happier at MamaBabyHaiti.

Until, you know....they're not!

Here's a gratuitous photo of the gang eating breakfast. I know it's breakfast because we have fruit on the plate and it's daylight. Dinner is eaten in the dark, by the light of a flashlight.

Our cook is Lucien, a man of the world. Legend has it that he was cook to a Mafia don. He was deported back to Haiti when the don was arrested. 

Hope I got that right!

Here is Lucien, standing outside his house with Sean.

Lucien can work magic in the dark on a propane stove. Mange apwa (I'm spelling phonetically here) means good things to eat when Lucien is on chef duty. He's also the go-to guy when you have to deal with the locals. Need your car fixing, food buying, taxi hiring? Lucien's the man. He takes nonsense from no one.

He has a young wife and this little darling girl, Carjioly. 

Say "casually" with a French accent and you have it.

I made some finger Jello (a nifty trick without refrigeration) and Carjioly, after turning up her nose at the first taste, decided it was delicious. She licked it out of Sarah's palm!

This is Jason, who helps with the garden and other outside projects. He is faithfully weeding the garden that Lisa and I planted. He has two sons who also work in the garden and house. 

There you have it, the rest of our cast of characters.

Tomorrow, the plot thickens.

Sa bon.