More on the Foul Feral Fowl

While lunching at La Veranda, we met a congenial Canadian couple from White Rock, B.C. outside Vancouver. As we were comparing travel notes, we mentioned our stay on Kaua’i. The fellow said he had golfed at the course in Princeville, and it was one of the toughest courses he’d ever played. He also admitted he’d had a few beers and returned to see his electric golf cart moving. He blinked thinking he’d had one too many but and when he got closer, he could see roosters and chickens all over the cart tearing selectively into his lunch, pecking the tuna out of his sandwiches! I guess I should inform Anne Thurston that they still have the foul feral fowl in Princeville after all.