I should have ordered the chicken for lunch

This is the view from lunch today.
I read about the chickens, Kauai is overrun with feral chickens.  The T-Shirt said, Kauai 60,000 people and millions-and-millions-and-millions of chickens.  The chickens are everywhere.  There were chickens making little chickens under the hedge while we had lunch.  The rosters, were crowing at the moon, street lights, tiki torches, I think even crowing at the blinking message light on my cell phone. I asked if anyone had tried opening a restaurant chain, Kauai Fried Chicken. The Judge, who was born and raised on the island said her grandmother has an old family recipe that would be perfect.  Take a large pot, fill it about half full with water, put in the chicken, salt and pepper, a chopped pineapple, and a rock.  Simmer until the rock is tender, toss out the chicken and eat the rock.  Yes, they are kind of rough and tough little birds, I bet I could make a good chicken stew with one.  Like the one that was crowing on the terrace of my hotel room at about 4:30 this morning.