Lots of wild chickens on the island, including around our resort.
We get woken each morning by roosters crowing. They go “cock a doodle doo!” just like in the stories. (Although I think they say other things in other countries, bizarrely enough – in French they say “cocorico”, which is surely missing a syllable or two?). (Do crows crow? I don’t think they do – but they do roost, surely? So, roosters crow, and crows roost.)
When we go for drives exploring the island, we often have to swerve to avoid chickens as well as potholes. Today as the chickens scattered in front of our car, running across the road, Simon wound down the window and shouted at them “Why??” which was hilarious and perfectly timed.