“Guess what, Chicken Butt !” That’s what Akka and his friend Benjamin used to say in 4th grade all the time that drove me nuts….. but this week it actually fits: this week it is almost all about chickens.
Last Friday, before I left for Suva, Austin got me to take this picture of his new two-color babies. He thinks they are totally adorable, and is planning to breed them to see if he can establish a penguin-patterned line.
A beautiful Monday afternoon driving along the coast. Austin wanted to pull off.
onto a beach where the tide was coming in quicker than we expected.
so that he could get sand for his chickens to eat along with their food, because they need the calcium. He gets more sand every month or two – I think this is the only time I got photos of it.
When we got home, he had to show me the chickens he bought on Saturday. He paid a HUNDRED DOLLARS for this pair of chickens. They are from Vatulele Island and they are (he believes) 100% genetic descendants of the first chickens to come to Fiji.
The rooster has got some impressive spurs!
And really fleshy white “ears” (so I guess they produce white shelled eggs). Austin is totally indifferent to what humans wear, but he is totally smitten with chicken feathers. “Make sure you get a photo that shows how his feathers gleam.”
“Oh, and the tail – make sure you can see the beautiful green in the tail – and the orange feathers.”
“Get the hen from her pretty side.”
“And make sure they see the interesting light mid-ribs on her feathers.”
“And she has such a long tail for a female!” (That’s why the chicken butt photo at the top – trying to get a good photo of her impressive tail.)
Since I was down in the chicken pen, I decided to get a few Ugly Chickens for comparison purposes –
I’m calling him Tom – he reminds me of a turkey. Such a red, bald neck.
And I’m calling this one Stumpy – he’s got no tail! It’s not an injury, it is a genetic feature. There are several Stumpies in the chicken yard.
That’s it for chickens … finally.
Here is a weird thing blooming right by the house. The stalk with the “blooms” if that is what they are, has fallen over and is being propped up by a dead lawn chair.
Here is a closer look.
And this is the plant they came from. The stick thing at 8 o’clock is the stalk holding the blooms. Austin did tell me that this plant is in all the Fijian villages – and the black points on the leaves… turn into ROOTS. A new plant can form from a leaf!
For a bit of human interest – Junia and I were out with Monica as she was exercising her brand new, first ever Driver’s License (clap clap clap clap clap), and we were on the following unpopulated stretch of back road ….
… looking for a place to turn around. Junia saw THIS (above) and exclaimed – “There used to be a house here !”
“Huh?” I replied. “The croatans,” he responded.
That’s these vine covered plants. “Somebody had to live here and plant them. Croatans can’t grow so far from mumble mumble mumble.” This was with the car moving. I don’t get how people can know the plants so well and identify them under vines in a moving car!
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And now for the puppy update:
Getting bigger – napping under a plywood.
Austin has made them a nice little puppy yard, outside.
They woke up when they heard me… and came out to investigate.
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