Fourteen unruly roosters on Kaua‘i were brought in for questioning mid-morning yesterday by Deputy Sheriff Robert Moakane after Princeville residents complained of excessive crowing earlier that morning.
Comments such as, “We all know the roosters get up before we do, but this was just plain ridiculous” and “It sounded like an Italian soccer game, by golly,” were heard. One eyewitness reported, “We’d been told that Deputy Moakane has a way with roosters and can get them to quiet down, so we specifically asked for him to come. It was that bad”.
The deputy took the roosters away for, what he called, “a seminar” and then returned them later in the day to the original location.
This reporter has learned that the deputy has spent his entire life in the Hawaiian Islands and is not only fluent with the Hawaiian language but also claims to be conversant with the islands’ roosters.
“Sort of a ‘horse-whisperer’ kind of thing,” said the deputy, “but with roosters instead of horses. Having lived here forever I just acquired a sixth sense about what they are thinking. Some of the conversations are pretty interesting, especially later in the day when they are done scurrying around waking everybody up.”
When asked if he actually “whispers” to the roosters he stated, “It’s not so much whispering, because I’d swear they don’t hear worth a hoot, so I’ve taken to either shouting until they stop to pay attention or I just stare at the them, thinking my directions, until they figure out what I’m up to. That’s how I got them into the van to have our little session this morning”.
Another observer reported that Deputy Moakane backed up his police van to the scene and stared the roosters down until they all reluctantly walked up the little plank and into the back. “The roosters looked a bit embarrassed and timid as we watched them slowly climb the ramp. They didn’t look around much and sort of had their heads down. I don’t know what he said but apparently, the deputy had conveyed that he was pretty disappointed in their behavior, I’d guess”, said the witness, a visitor from Pentwater, Mich.
The seminar that the deputy conducted was more of a tour that he gave the island fowl. Apparently this is not the first time that he’s done this and he relays that it’s effective for a few months or so. “Gets them to think twice about creating a major ruckus like the one this morning. We don’t mind so much if they crow in the early morning because, after all, they are roosters and that’s what roosters do. But they were just out of hand and thoroughly obnoxious today.”
This reporter asked to have Deputy Moakane describe the seminar. “Well, I’d heard that the Rotary Club was having a fund raising BBQ in Kapa‘a at noon so it was pretty easy. The van has plenty of windows so when we got to where the guys were basting the chickens on that massive, smoking BBQ pit I told the roosters to get on the top of the seat backs and check out the scenery. Whoa, I tell you it never fails! Those birds got real quiet, real quick. I only had to stay there about thirty seconds and they were poking each other and pointing, as best they could, all wide-eyed and sort of shaking. I slowly turned the van around and headed back up to Princeville. That ride was the quietest one I’ve had in quite a while.”
Comments such as, “We all know the roosters get up before we do, but this was just plain ridiculous” and “It sounded like an Italian soccer game, by golly,” were heard. One eyewitness reported, “We’d been told that Deputy Moakane has a way with roosters and can get them to quiet down, so we specifically asked for him to come. It was that bad”.
The deputy took the roosters away for, what he called, “a seminar” and then returned them later in the day to the original location.
This reporter has learned that the deputy has spent his entire life in the Hawaiian Islands and is not only fluent with the Hawaiian language but also claims to be conversant with the islands’ roosters.
“Sort of a ‘horse-whisperer’ kind of thing,” said the deputy, “but with roosters instead of horses. Having lived here forever I just acquired a sixth sense about what they are thinking. Some of the conversations are pretty interesting, especially later in the day when they are done scurrying around waking everybody up.”
When asked if he actually “whispers” to the roosters he stated, “It’s not so much whispering, because I’d swear they don’t hear worth a hoot, so I’ve taken to either shouting until they stop to pay attention or I just stare at the them, thinking my directions, until they figure out what I’m up to. That’s how I got them into the van to have our little session this morning”.
Another observer reported that Deputy Moakane backed up his police van to the scene and stared the roosters down until they all reluctantly walked up the little plank and into the back. “The roosters looked a bit embarrassed and timid as we watched them slowly climb the ramp. They didn’t look around much and sort of had their heads down. I don’t know what he said but apparently, the deputy had conveyed that he was pretty disappointed in their behavior, I’d guess”, said the witness, a visitor from Pentwater, Mich.
The seminar that the deputy conducted was more of a tour that he gave the island fowl. Apparently this is not the first time that he’s done this and he relays that it’s effective for a few months or so. “Gets them to think twice about creating a major ruckus like the one this morning. We don’t mind so much if they crow in the early morning because, after all, they are roosters and that’s what roosters do. But they were just out of hand and thoroughly obnoxious today.”
This reporter asked to have Deputy Moakane describe the seminar. “Well, I’d heard that the Rotary Club was having a fund raising BBQ in Kapa‘a at noon so it was pretty easy. The van has plenty of windows so when we got to where the guys were basting the chickens on that massive, smoking BBQ pit I told the roosters to get on the top of the seat backs and check out the scenery. Whoa, I tell you it never fails! Those birds got real quiet, real quick. I only had to stay there about thirty seconds and they were poking each other and pointing, as best they could, all wide-eyed and sort of shaking. I slowly turned the van around and headed back up to Princeville. That ride was the quietest one I’ve had in quite a while.”
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