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The first thing we notice on Kauai is chickens at the airport. I'm thinking, someone's free-range chickens are ranging pretty far. As we drive toward our condo we see more chickens. A lot more. And there are an awful lot of roosters--maybe twice as many as hens. Later I learn that these are feral chickens (if a chicken can be anything so savage as feral), descendants of the birds the ancient Hawaiians brought to the islands in their canoes, interbred with farm chickens gone AWOL. People try to catch them and domesticate them (which usually doesn't work--who wants to be cooped up and have her eggs taken when she's seen the open range?) or eat them (think: boil for two days.) At any rate, the roosters are showy and cocky, herding their single hens, and it's something to watch while you wait for your husband to get his latte.
Why did the chicken cross the road? Because both sides belong to the chickens.