Cries from babies waiting for their mothers' breast intermingle with the clanging of pots and pans from inside the tiny trailers.
Dogs growl quietly as the morning's first passerby disrupts their sleep.
Hundreds of weary feet follow the corridors that meander through the congested trailer park and open up near Immokalee's town center. The long trails of workers continue along the same route as they did the previous day, passing by Hope Circle and down Main Street's alleyway of Mexican-owned eateries, stopping only to buy small tacitos and coffee. The March temperatures are especially cold this year, and force many to buy cheap gloves at the cooperative to keep their fingers warm. Here at the Pancake House is where Immokalee's farmworkers wait to be taken out to the tomato fields. It is here that a picker discovers whether or not there is a seat on the bus, or if there is no work at all.