The sun goes down, the volcano apparently erupts all night, and the sun comes up on Yasur's Day 5. Everyone appears to be in a good mood because it's looking like a nice day and they slept relatively well on their new bedding the previous night. We don't hear how they worked out the logistics. Leann interviews that the guys are probably having a much rougher time of it, what with having no fire or blankets. That's probably true, and I'm pretty sure that the members of Lopevi aren't doing each other's hair the way Yasur is.

While gathered around the campfire, the women spot a chicken wandering by. It appears to be a wild hen of some sort. Which I didn't know existed, particularly on South Pacific islands, but there you go. A machete-wielding Lisa leads a small party into the woods after it. They hang back, moving slowly so as not to spook the bird. Until Dolly pegs a stone at it and it flies off a short distance, cawing angrily. I thought farm girls were supposed to be deadly with thrown rocks. Twila gets into the act, and eventually they corner the chicken under a mass of roots and branches. Lisa says, "Oh, my God, he's laying an egg." There's something about that statement that's not...quite.... "She," someone corrects. Ah, that's it. Twila has the machete now, and after everyone agrees on what they should do, she positions herself above the chicken and readies the blade. She apologizes to the bird before she strikes. But she misses and the chicken escapes, right through a circle of women who are telling each other "grab 'im! Grab 'im!" Ain't no "him" here, ladies. And, by the way, you might be better off having a live chicken that lays eggs rather than a dead one. Twila retrieves the eggs, announcing, "We almost got us a chicken, y'all! I got five eggs." And who knows how many more you could have had if you hadn't interrupted it? Well, actually Dolly might know.