On the Street Where I Live

Our house is on a major north-south trail going through Palawano-land. Which is a good thing. It is always interesting to see who and what passes by our house. Embunga, our old friend, came by carrying strings of fish her husband caught in the river. He got so many, they had extra to sell to anyone who wanted some. So Embunga was on her way to the village, hoping to unload her fish. Apparently she was successful. Later she passed by again, empty-handed.
This is Ispilin, with a string-full of biskor. These funny little birds can be caught by hand. The Palawanos go out at night with a flashlight, following the call of the birds. The birds are just walking around on the ground. If you shine a flashlight at them, they freeze and let you catch them. Or if you put a net on the ground, they run around and get stuck in it. They are tiny things, only a bite of meat on each bird. But the time of year for catching biskor happens to be June and July, when the Palawanos are waiting for their rice harvest, and very low on food. So a biskor in the pot is a welcome sight.