This what I wrote in my Haiti journal about the roosters
The roosters, there are hundreds of them. They crow at night. Literally singing back and forth. Large groups at a time one group answering the others. I could swear that they are singing about how great they are, boasting about how they are better than the others, lets the hens know how strong and virile they are. Though it is beyond me how those hens get any sleep with all the boasting going on.