You don’t need an alarm clock on Statia. The rooster takes care of it.
Usually around 5 a.m., somewhere in the neighborhood. Then another joins in. And another. Until there’s a full-blown chorus of crows, squawks, and clucks.

We can distinguish the clear crower, the hoarse old-timer, and the beginner.
It’s that last one that really wakes you — because he doesn’t know when to stop, tirelessly searching for the perfect version.

Then comes a lowing cow.
A donkey tries to outdo it.
And a dog usually joins in for good measure.

For a moment you wonder: is this charming — or should I already start planning for a coq au vin?
Because going back to sleep is usually not an option.

During the day, the chickens vanish into the bush, the goats into the hills. But come sunset, the night crew takes over: tree frogs, sugar birds, bats, crickets — and the soft bleat of a goat out for one last stroll.

Just when you think peace has returned, the donkey speaks again. Or a chicken forgets it’s nighttime.

So yes, on Statia you wake with the rooster — and fall asleep to whatever animal forgot what time it is.