Good morning from Chicken Paradise Hawaii — Marron and I are here, under a sort-of blue sky. A rooster tore through the mesh of his cage and escaped this morning. He’s a young one who has suddenly gotten big, so I think his energy just exploded.
His name is Oreo. Yes — we already have an Oreo. His original owner gave him the name, so it’s a coincidence. He isn’t afraid of people at all and will happily attack them, too. I don’t quite get him.
Here’s what catching an unfamiliar chicken before an interview looks like. Today I went after Punya — and the mysterious security force came running: Salaryman. For some reason, whenever I grab a chicken, he comes to kick the chicken in my hands. Why? Is the problem me? Scary! Sorry, sorry.
Our first real strawberry
The swallowtail caterpillar I showed you before has grown a lot. As for the green caterpillar on the broccoli: when it reached about 3 cm, it suddenly disappeared one day. I’m guessing a bird ate it.
Finally, a strawberry turned red! Hidden under a big leaf was one shiny, bright-red berry, like a jewel. I don’t know how you’re supposed to harvest them, so I twisted it — the whole plant almost came out, but I got it. Sorry, I’m eating it first. Sweet, then a little sour, then sweet again. Sweeter than supermarket strawberries!
Our fifth generation of quail
I gave the man next door some eggs, and they came back as quail. I left 24 eggs with him, but only four hatched, and one of those died, so three survived. I’m so happy they made it, and grateful for all his work. From their markings, all three are probably girls — a lucky coincidence. Amazingly, they are the fifth generation of quail at our farm. This little one has a bit of a cold, so it’s separated from the others and kept warm with a hand warmer inside, and I’ll bring it home for a while to keep an eye on it.
Meet Punya
Punya is an Easter Egger. Her comb has no bumps — it’s soft and squishy, or punya-punya — so she became Punya. She has a lot of wrinkles on her face, but she’s cute. I’m honestly not sure what color eggs she lays. Probably round, pale blue eggs like Pro Wrestler’s, but I don’t think she’s been laying lately, so I’ll watch and see. She’s big for an Easter Egger, with a very dignified face. After filming these past few days, I’m starting to wonder: do big birds just not get tame?
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