Who do I call to collect all of the wild chickens in my neighbourhood?!


Auntie’s answer: Please excuse me for assuming here, but I am going out on a limb to suggest that you might be a relative newcomer to these fair islands. If I am correct, you would not be the first person to move here and be struck by the number of chickens wandering aimlessly about everywhere, from someone’s yard to the car parks of any and all office buildings.

Most likely, you would also be wondering why the heck government doesn’t simply take care of this annoying copious chicken population. While we are on the subject, you have no doubt noticed a similar situation with that other scourge – the green iguana.

Well, while I cannot say how many wild fowl live here (though the iguana population is pegged at around half a million), there are clearly way too many pecking around. And they are not really the responsibility of any particular government department, as far as I am aware. Note, however, that the iguana situation is being addressed by the recruitment of cullers (see Cullers bring in 14,400 green iguanas), but I believe it would be a lot harder to chase down the chickens.

You will see some of the hens cut down as they stereotypically attempt to cross the road, but that is pretty much it.

They are basically a fact of life here, I’m afraid, and so my only real advice is to learn to ignore them as most people do. Though, admittedly, they can still manage to annoy me when the roosters decide that 3 in the morning is a fine time to crow in my yard.

I suppose you could also scoop up any recently deceased chicken you find (or “take care of” the creature yourself) and bring it home for dinner. I personally cannot vouch for the flavour of these birds, having never consumed one – at least knowingly – myself, though I have been led to understand they are tasty, but quite tough, so need to be stewed for a long time.