Just a couple of things to add on the subject of pink chicks and grasshoppers:
– A chap called Barney took issue with my assertion that anybody who dyes chicks pink should be called a clown, and with good reason. He says “Hey, he’s not a clown! The chicks are dyed to confuse kites who cannot swoop down on purple chicks. The dyeing is done using gentian violet (Gv) ointment. But it’s not long before the kites see through the trick.” That is absolutely brilliant. From now on if anybody wants to dye chicks pink, you’re alright by me.
-Grasshoppers. They are farmed here, not by actually cultivating them but instead by stringing high-intensity-discharge sodium bulbs from tall poles above huge silver bowls made using corrugated iron. The iron reflects the light, forming a pool which the grasshoppers can’t stay away from. They fly in and are quickly swept up into bags or thrown straight into the fat. Delish!
Although a little disappointing, because I had imagined swarms of children with butterfly nets running round the countryside. That was the old way apparently!