There is one thing I won´t miss about Elbow cay and that is the chickens. These creatures are scrawny and tough as nails. They wander the scrub forest that covers much of the island and appear to be at the top of the wildlife pyramid, easily intimidating dogs, cats or any other beast that cross their path. Forget about sunrise as they have a pathetic sense of time, commencing their cock-a-doodle-do at about 4:30 AM. Perhaps cock-a-doodle-do is too generic for these fowl birds as the sound created is somewhat garbled as if someone is choking the living daylights out of them. I´ve been told there is a yearly open hunting season on these wild chickens which is scheduled for two weeks from now. I can´t see myself toting a shotgun around as it would be rather dangerous for the local inhabitants but I have caught myself dreaming of lobbing a few fragmenting grenades in their general direction and watching the feathers fly.
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