Morale is low.
Rations are meager.
We’re on the Oregon Trail.
We came tantalizingly close to catching a chicken with our homemade chicken trap, which was essentially a Rube Goldberg contraption that we hooked up in Tyler’s yard. Film footage of this excruciating event will soon follow.
I’ve attached a picture of the chicken trap. The chicken essentially walks through the gate, baited by some banana, and it releases the ‘twigger’, which causes the ‘gallows to shoot up, and a concealed noose to tighten, presumably, around a chicken’s neck.
Last night, it was tangerines, bananas, copra and oysters again, following an unsuccessful spearfishing expedition and the aforementioned Rube Goldberg Chicken Trap Fiasco of 2009.
Going to try to snag a breadfruit or two today, and we’re going to try and catch a chicken. Again. The first week is the hardest. We may not make it past the first couple of weeks.
When we were young, I watched your Uncle Joe try to catch a bird with salt and a box. I don't think he ever caught one, but he came so close. Perhaps you will have to get quick enough to catch the chicken with your hands or leave some tantalizing bait just inside Tyler's open door. Hope the fishing gets better! Good luck, guys! Love, Mom
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