July 13th, 1956 9:14 A.M. Pacific

Harold, our expedition guide, was swarmed by the little green, feathery creatures. He is fine, except for a few prick which I assume are bites. The brashness of these creatures is to be expected. As far as I can tell, these animals have not had any human contact. That would most definitely explain their behavior, testing us to see if we are a threat...or a meal. The men are complaining of gas pains. I would assume it is from our diet of native plants; we have not attempted to eat any of the native creatures.