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Monday, October 21, 2013

"Where's your chicken..?" 'James "Kimo" Rosen'

For some reason people always confuse me with this guy,(Forest) although I look
nothing like him. People will always ask me when meeting for the first time, "Where's your chicken?"


This blog also appeared in the Kaua'i Garden Island News in my column called,"Kimo's world."
(10-21-13) Garden Island News, "Where's Your Chicken?" 
http://thegardenisland.com/news/opinion/guest/where-s-your-chicken/article_2c66ab46-39fd-11e3-a790-001a4bcf887a.html
Where's your chicken

The first question people usually ask  upon meeting me for the first time is, "where's your chicken?"   Many people confuse me  with my friend, "The Chicken Whisperer,"  named Forest. Forest is known for pedaling his bicycle around Kapa'a town with his foul  feathered friends hanging out  on his handlebars.  Although I look nothing like Forest, most people still believe I am him. Most everyone believes me to be the chicken man since I also pedal a bicycle around town with my dog. I have decided to go with the flow and channel  some words of wisdom on the beauty of Kauai's infamous foul creatures, the wild chickens of the "Cosmic  Garden island."

Chickens are the one animal that we need more than any other for survival, and Kaua'i has thousands of wild chickens, making it the wild chicken capital of the world.

The alleged reason for so many wild chickens on Kaua'i is during  hurricane Iniki in 1992 many chickens from local farms broke away during the catastrophic damages of the  storm. The wild  chickens breed like rabbits and are therefore everywhere, from personal residences, to every outdoor dining restaurant and points between.

Chicken can be prepared in numerous ways, from deep fried, to barbecued, to a nice saute in wine sauce, to many different Chinese, Japanese, Italian and Mexican dishes. If you include the egg as a chicken, then chicken is also an active ingredient in almost everything we eat, from bread, cakes, protein drinks and thousands of baked goods to the old standby breakfast omelets, scrambled eggs, over easy, poached, boiled and microwaved. There are egg salad sandwiches and chicken salad sandwiches. Chicken is the essence of the food chain.

The word "chicken" itself is used to describe someone who is afraid, and there is a good reason -- chickens are usually running from humans. The word is out that we use them as an ingredient in almost everything we eat.

The chicken is also an alarm clock, with the rooster crowing at the crack of dawn and all other regular intervals to manage time without a clock.Many visitors  get a kick out of Kauai’s wild chickens  even if they suffer from a 'Cock A Doodle Doo'-induced insomnia.

The infamous feathered creatures have a huge appetite for bugs, including the mean and nasty Hawaiian centipedes that can give you a paralyzing  painful bite.

We name many things after the chicken, we have the disease of chicken pox. We have expressions like, "your no spring chicken," don't count your chickens before they're hatched,"  to my favorite idiom of, "running around like a chicken with its head cut off."

Chicken soup is a healing serum used for colds, coughs and flu's. My ancestors called chicken soup "Jewish Penicillin."

"The Chicken Whisperer,"  when not pedaling his loyal feathered friends on his bicycle is often seen with crowds of people surrounding him and his wild  chickens as they take photos, tweet, and make Youtube video's right on the spot. 

The chicken also will act as a garbage disposal. When camping out, I see the chickens eating everything imaginable, even the unimaginable.

A rooster and a hen are the one pair of animals you would want if stranded on a deserted island.

Next time you see a wild Kaua'i chicken, stop and say, "Eerrrr eeeer eeeeer eeeeer, just don't ask me "where's your chicken?"


Chickens even hang out at the local library...


Hana Hou, (Encore) Shared From Youtube, a Youtube I filmed in 2008 of the Chicken man!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9fm8ep8Fck




10 comments:

Jean Bornell said...

A USDA study found that more than 99 percent of broiler chicken carcasses sold in stores had detectable levels of E. coli, indicating fecal contamination. In other words, if you’re eating chicken flesh, you’re almost certainly eating poop. Consumer Reports states there are “1.1 million or more Americans sickened each year by undercooked, tainted chicken.” Chicken flesh is also loaded with dangerous levels of arsenic, which can cause cancer, dementia, neurological problems, and other ailments in humans. Men’s Health magazine recently ranked supermarket chicken number one in their list of the “10 Dirtiest Foods” because of the high rate of bacterial contamination.

Harmony Bentosino said...

I remember you did this before, but it's one of my favorites. Athough I imagine it will upset the vegetarians.

KimoRosen said...

Harmony, it was a different version, it never mentioned the chicken whisperer.... Yes, will probably upset someone, always does! ;D)

Linda Gross said...

Nice article!!

Judith Whitehead said...

Great Article

Sent from my iPhone

Pete Antonson said...

Hey Kimo, where's your chicken?

KimoRosen said...

Pete, your getting personal there! ;D)

Deborah Morel said...

Via facebook;"Kauai'i chickens = Iconic! This is Faffles. Poor Faffles was left for dead at Kapa'a Library, and by some criminal who "used" Faffles for cock fighting. I found Faffles crumpled up and bloody from forced cock fighting, and in a bush. I took the poor boy home. My daughter and I placed Fabbles in a warm spot in the house, in a cozy box, all wrapped-up. In time, Faffles began to recover, then after about 2 weeks, outside he went. It took about 3 weeks for Faffles to figure out how to fly into a tree at night to roost. This is because he had been strapped down on a short rope by the ankle for how knows how long. With struggle, Faffle's instincts won the battle. Faffles finally took flight, and would continue to visit our family. Each morning I had a cup of coffee on the lanai. And, each morning, Faffles would position himself in a large tree, and where he could see me...calling out," "Good morning!"

KimoRosen said...

D- what a great story. I always remember how you were helping animal friends. I remember the horses at Andres that were old and nobody wanted. You and Meagan took them in and loved them and healed them! They loved you!

Deborah Morel said...

Thanks Kimo. Meagan and I were the lucky one to have the time we did with the ponies, Lulu and Makani. Then, along you came to be Uncle Kimo for Makani.