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Princeville, Kauai

February 1, 2014

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Aloha! Are you ready to embark on another virtual trip to Paradise?

“NO!” You say? You hate me? You don’t want to read another series of seemingly endless blogs about yet another one of our trips to Kauai?

Awwwww….

What can I say? My sister and her husband own a house in Princeville and they invited us (David and me, and my brother Eric, a.k.a. ‘mountain goat’) back again this year. And I was NOT going to blog about this Jan 16-26, 2014 trip. ABSOLUTELY NOT. That is, until our first morning walk, when we ran into this sign at the edge of the golf course in Princeville:

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Haha. It’s posted at the path that descends to Anini Beach.

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Which, you’d better step carefully in snug shoes with deep treads to avoid this happening to your butt on your way down

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And stop to rest your heaving chest as you grind your way back up.

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We walked on the golf course about every morning.

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Greeted along the sidelines by it’s perky inhabitants.

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The Kauai state birds. Okay, not the feral chickens in that first photo (haha), but that second set of birds – the ones with zebra-like markings and bands on their legs. They are the Nene Goose, or Hawaii state bird. And they are on the Federal List of Endangered Species. During the 1940s, the Nene were almost wiped out by laws which allowed the birds to be hunted during their winter breeding seasons when the birds were the most vulnerable. The Nene is threatened today by introduced mongooses and feral dogs and cats which relentlessly prey upon the Nene’s eggs and young. Preservation efforts are continuing and the success of the Nene in Hawai’i, although not a certainty, is promising. There are now about 800 wild Nene in Hawai’i and the numbers are rising with each breeding season (to quote the linked article).

Along the golf course you will invariably hear the beak claps and calls or witness the gyrating mating dance of the Albatross.

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There was an Albatross nesting just off the paved golf cart path.

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Meet “Moli” the Layson Albatross. The species nests on Kauai from November through July. These birds mate for life and both parents take care of the chick. A single egg is laid in December and is incubated for approxiamtely 2 months. In early February the chicks hatch. After two weeks chicks are left alone, often for a few days, while parents are feeding at sea, returning regularly to feed the chick. In late June or early July, the chicks take their first flight to the sea and do not return for 3-4 years. (This information comes from the sign.)

Feeling obliged to be of some assistance around the house, Eric and David took a load to the dump. (I’m always such a big help, tagging along with my i-Phone.)

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Eric can’t be satisfied with just dumping the trash, of course, he has to scope out every potential new adventure no matter the setting. Well he found one right there at the dump.

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Yeah, Eric, like we’re going to scope out a nude beach, enticed by the teaser from you …

Whatdoyathink? Shouldn’t visiting a nude beach in Kauai be on everyone’s bucket list?

Stay tuned …

Kauai- Part VII

March 11, 2012

So where were we? Still in Kauai! It’s the last half of our last day on vacation…

“In Kauai?” you ask? “Isn’t that where they just had a week of pounding rains?” Yes it is. For the seven-day period ending this past Friday, the rainfall level was nearly 46 inches in Hanalei, Kauai.

(Poor Puff!)

Here’s a video of the storm, recently posted on youtube:

Not my video! No! I’m talkin’ Saturday, Jan 28, 2011 – the last half of our last day in Paradise. PARADISE? Well, so it probably isn’t, in the midst of a 46-inch rain. On January 28 we have a few hours left before we have to be at the airport in Lihue. But our story won’t be similar to travelers this past week as reported in USA Today – when Hawaii’s lieutenant governor had to phone a couple from Littleton, Colo. to apologize to them and a group of 10 to 20 other marooned tourists that had been booted out of Lihue Airport into a raging rainstorm after midnight Tuesday. Click here [ 1 ] to view the article.

Furthermore, I might add, I’m well beyond the ‘breast-feeding’ stage of life.

But anyway, let me take you back…

To our walk on the Golf course in Princeville-

And our delightful last lunch on Steph and Vic’s patio, compliments of Victor:

‘MMMMMMMMM!” Won Ton soup!

Eric cleans up the dishes

While David swats at the only fly we encounter during our entire trip.

Paradise!

David does our laundry

While Eric sweeps up the extra mess he tracked in from all those hikes he took by himself

One last run to the dump

“Hey Victor, what are you doing throwing Eric’s precious box of Franzia wine away? You left in your trunk at least two glasses of this valuable wine you could drink.”

We make one last trip to the grocery store

Why are organic local eggs $8.99/dozen with all the ‘cage free’ chickens running around everywhere?

Uh, okay, so there isn’t much to report about that second half of our last day. I just don’t want to stop blogging about our trip to Kauai. Could I just drag these endless blogs out to sustain me till spring weather actually arrives in Idaho? (June)

We cleaned up some of our trail of mess we left at the house, restocked a little of the food we devoured, and packed.

Awwwwwww…. It’s time to head to the airport. “Goodbye Steph and Vic!”

“Goodbye Paradise!”

I capture one more bit of Kauai scenery through the car window on the way to the airport.

“Good-bye sign to the entrance of the airport!” (‘cuz even the sign looks ‘Paradise-y’)

“Goodbye happy, cage-free chickens everywhere.” – which do apparently own the whole island

including the airport terminal.

“Hello inevitable airplanes.”

This one isn’t ours. Ours arrives about dark. We do lose two oranges, a water bottle, and an expensive tube of sunscreen as we go through security. But at least I don’t have to breastfeed an infant on the 6-hour flight and surrender the pump and baby bottles at security (which I guess could create a crisis if, say, I pass out on the flight and my hubby has to feed the infant, or the person next to me has an extreme boob phobia?? – in reference to ‘passenger hardship’ in the USA Today article above).

“Hello extemely expensive tropical fruit drink at the airport bar” –

which, of course, is no-where stiff enough to lull me into even a wink of sleep over the next six hours…

Should I tell you about the rest of our trek back to Idaho?