The hubby and I recently took a much needed break (well, he needed one more than I, but a wife does what she can) to Kaua’i.
In my zeal to ensure we took full advantage of this lovely vaca, I may have started a few weeks early by singing out, “in six weeks we’ll be on the beach in Hawaii” or “just think, we will be watching the sunset from our condo in three weeks…” when he’d get home from a long day at work.
Not sure if it helped, but I adore the islands.
And I may or may not like to tease.
So I thought I’d share some of the highlights of our trip with you.
We tried paddling. (“We” in the sense that Gary tried paddle boarding.) But that’s for another post. As soon as I can write without maniacal laughter.
Pull yourself together Bev.
And we relaxed.
And drove around the islands. This is in Lihue.
Me: “Honey, do you want to try paddle boarding again?”
What did you do besides take pictures and lead everyone on the beach in laughing and pointing, Bev?
Why, thanks for asking!
I joined in a death-defying zipping experience over former sugar plantations infested with man eating crocodiles. (Not. Actually the most dangerous part is walking from one launch to the next. Watch out for that pebble!)
But you are up really high. Just sayin’.
The only downside to Kaua’i, and mind you I’m not complaining, are the chickens. (All right, I’m complaining a little.)
Oh boy, the legends, stories and myths abound about how they got to be such a fixture. But here’s the bottom line. Chickens + no natural enemies = waytoomany. (Didn’t know there would be math involved, did you?)
They are by no means endangered, trust me, but they are protected to a degree in that all “wild fowl” are, so the feral ones cannot be caught and served up in a luau or at the local KFC. Unless they roam onto your property… according to some sources. (Warning: they’re quite tough and gamey. One resident told me this, but he didn’t say how he knew.)
Oh, boohoo, Bev. Right?
They really are becoming a problem. They wander everywhere, get hit by cars (I think it’s becoming a reverse frogger game by islanders). I have to imagine they compete with other, ahem, more attractive, birds for food.
Nor are they sacred, as one tourist sagely advised.
Give me a break. No one’s worshiping them.
How did there get to be so many, and why protected? That’s where the legends and myths come in.
Apparently, many years ago some species of wild chicken was introduced on the island, and after the barnyard fowl were released, possibly during a hurricane, they mixed and mingled, and now it’s impossible to tell which ones carry the DNA of the more exotic birds and which are just, well, chickens.
They’ve become part of the fabric of Kaua’i.
And alas, a part of our memories, because now we’re back on the mainland, recalling them, and everything else, with fondness. Well, everything else.
Me: “Remember how two weeks ago we were watching the sunset on the beach?”
It never gets old.