Maui has a wild chicken and rooster problem of it’s own.
To our surpise, we have been getting more and more calls from Maui residents who are complaining about stray chickens and roosters on thier island. We still have been trying to find out whether any State or County agency is doing anything to counter this huge problem.
“Residents and business owners are sick of the constant annoyance” one caller said, “don’t they get it, this whole %4#&^@ island is going to be stricken with these varmants and it makes Hawaii look bad”. A little angry sounding you might say, but you got to realize that the effects of a bothersome clan of wild chickens in your backyard is very similar to a form of ancient Chinese torture! The slow drip of water on the forehead, or the constant repetition of some terribly annoying sound. Try making phone calls and taking care of business with your windows open while you talk on the phone. It wouldn’t be long before you have the person on the other end of the line asking you if you live on the farm! The most recent comment I heard about chicken infestations on Maui was from a lady who recently spotted a chicken and her chickies walking right into the supermarket! Cute at first, but we definately don’t want these guys hanging around at the produce isle for obvious reasons. Not to be a germaphobe either, but how far does this have to go before people just go nuts.
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Hey! Here’s my crazy chicken story.
That ridiculous lone chicken at my house caused me problems last night. Yes, I have a “chicken problem.” Some time after 3 AM this morning, just as I was sliding into blissful rest after staying up to an unearthly hour finishing my Interviewing project, I heard a strangled cry. I recognized it was our rooster and mused sadly through my haze of sleep, “I wonder if something just caught him. I hope it didn’t hurt too badly.” Then I felt relief. “Finally,” I thought, “He won’t bother me anymore with his awful crowing.”
Then I heard another squawk. And another. They picked up length and volume. Soon I realized that he was actually crowing, not dying. He seemed to move closer to my window and crowed at odd intervals standing a few yards away, right outside, as is his custom. My drowsy thoughts quickly changed. I may in fact have prayed something along the lines of, “Dear God, please smite the chicken!” Despite my lifelong vegetarianism, I was getting in the mood for some chicken nuggets! Some time around 4 AM he either lost his gusto or I finally lost consciousness despite the noise. All I know is that I woke up to my obnoxious alarm clock after far too few hours of sleep.
Good luck with your own rooster and chicken problem!