So funny thing: On Hawaii there used to be many chicken farms located here and there. At one point, a long time ago, there was a hurricane. Chickens don’t weigh a whole lot. They were blown all over the island…and lots of them survived.
Eggs were laid.
Chicks were hatched.
What do you have? An island populated with chickens EVERYWHERE. Seriously…every road was dotted with them, every path had chickens crossing it, and except for our private resort (which must have had chicken traps/repellent of some sort)…they were all over the place. Kind of like the squirrels of Hawaii.
That’s crazy. But awesome.