JANUARY 29 - WINTER ON KAUAI

       
          We managed to get a snorkel in this week,  over on the south side in Poipu.  It is about 10 degrees warmer than Midway.  We are getting concerned over the aquarium hunters taking the reef fish for high cash - the truth is, most of the fish taken die before they arrive at their destination.  


Please don't take me away!
(racoon butterflyfish)

Gil caught this shot 
of the Christmas wrasse with full fins out travelling with the big female red-lip parrotfish


          Gil is well into preparation for the canoe club with everyone turning out to clean boats, trim trees,  straighten, tidy, and get in the spirit of the 2012 season.  We have gone a couple times with the recreation group, including this morning.  Twenty foot swells came in yesterday so we ran up Hanalei River and back, 3 boats, 5 miles.  Too good.


Gate is open, come on in and sign up


Sunday morning brings a motley crew with passersby getting the scoop

     While Gil cleaned boats in Hanalei, I did the ocean count in Princeville.   We had one 30 minute segment where eleven different whales were observed.  We recorded 100 blows and 117 slaps (with either head, tail, or pect fin).  It seemed two were having a contest slapping the water at one point.  When it is very active we can't stop to take pictures so it looks fairly uneventful below.  Absolutely gorgeous day with sun, clouds, breezes, a little sprinkle of rain and we watched the water go from fairly calm at 8:00 am to fast swells getting bigger and bigger by noon.

Some of the Princeville observation group doing the January Ocean count


 Left

 Center

Right at Cliffs Club   

          We take turns scanning for whale spouts and then other behaviors they exhibit while our partner records what we call out.  We had moments when there were whales in all three directions slapping and spouting and getting the humans on the hill very excited!

          The count was Saturday 1/28 and last Monday I kayaked along this same section of coast with a friend.  It was calm and no wind, amazing for January.   We cruised the eight miles from the Light house to Hanalei Bay.  

Calm seas from Kilauea Point Wildlife Refuge and Lighthouse to Hanalei Bay





CHARLIE BARRACKS AFTER

Please visit DAY 21 Midway for the barracks wall the day before Wyland got there. 

Here are some pics sent from Susan Scott and Jill McIntire during the next week while he was there.  Charlie barracks will never be the same!

     Charlie Barracks getting painted by visiting Wyland, January 2012








GIL'S WATERSCAPE

January 16, 2012


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REFLECTIONS ON MIDWAY

Friday January 13
            We have been home a week and in seven days the laundry got done, the bills and paperwork and phone calls taken care of.  The yard is raked and trimmed, a few weeds pulled; the beautiful wild chickens, or moa, are roaming all around. 


Moa (Polynesian jungle fowl) scampering through our back yard


One of many color combos - in the Foodland parking lot 

          We thawed out Christmas cookies and have eaten most of them.  The limited decorations we had put up are all back in the attic.  We read our Christmas cards in bed last weekend and got glitter all over the sheets.  I got used to not cooking for three weeks, no meal planning or grocery shopping!  Now the fridge and cupboards are stocked again.

          We both feel more settled into our normal routine since we went out to paddle with the outrigger club this morning.  We’ve been riding our bikes around the hood a little, checking up on our local moli and other feathered characters. There are 36 Laysan albatross nests in Princeville this year according to our birder friend Tom who has several juveniles courting regularly in his back yard. 

 Holy Moli - nesting under the hala on a Princeville golf course

Nene or native Hawaiian goose on a Princeville golf course, disregarding the sign


                                      Two adult Nene with goslings                                   
Some of the healthy population back from the brink of extinction 

            We’ve had lots of questions directed to us about Midway.  For those who followed the blog different questions arise than for those who did not. 

Why did you go or What made you want to do that?
            Ever since we learned of the Northwest Hawaiian Islands and the wildlife there, I wanted to go, to experience it. 
Gil & I were invited to a party aboard the Greenpeace Esperanza when it was planning to dock in Honolulu in 2006 during an ocean awareness tour.  With the announcement that the NW islands were designated as a National monument, Greenpeace turned their stopover into an open-arm celebration.  In addition to Greenpeace staff, we met representatives from Environmental Defense Fund (EDF), World Wildlife Fund (WWF), Hawaii Nature Conservancy, even Cynthia, the monk seal maven from Kure Atoll, and others who were doing research and/or contributing to conservation.  

Greenpeace ship: The Esperanza, in Honolulu, 2006

Defending Our Oceans

          This invite was another example of Gil & I being blessed; certainly our meager contributions to all of these organizations over the past many years did not account for our invitation to the party, yet there we were, the only members from Kauai!          
          Much of our reading made us realize that the only way to actually visit the NW islands was to volunteer and the volunteer positions were 5-6 months long.  We were both still working and had no research skills with which to seek grants.  Once I started volunteering with FWS at the refuge in Kilauea, I met Beth Flint and learned there was a volunteer program for three weeks – we signed up! That put the wheels in motion that resulted in us going. (see start of blog)

Isn’t Midway a military base?
            No, the Navy left in 1996.  The atoll remains a US Territory and is managed by the Fish & Wildlife Service (FWS).  The airstrip is maintained to serve the residents and visitors of the refuge and also for emergency landings for trans-Pacific flights.
           There was an unfortunate factor that kept the transition from then to now being perfect.  A private company wanting to make Midway a commercial resort got in the mix and expected leniency on the wildlife protection side of the page so profits could be made.  They were called Midway Phoenix and when they left, they left buildings standing that have no business in a refuge.  There is no budget for either maintenance or demolition and remains a huge sore spot for management as the dilapidated buildings are a menace. (see Midway: Gov't Island at top)

 How many birds did you count?
            Midway is the only location where all three albatrosses of the Northern hemisphere nest.  So, the volunteers counted nests, not birds.  Combining all three little islets of Midway, we counted 388,017 Laysan Albatross nests (LAAL).  We also counted 25,510 Black Foot Albatross nests (BFAL) and one Short Tail albatross nest (STAL) for a total of 413,528 nests! 
Keep in mind that for every nest there are two alternating adults so double the nest number, once the chicks hatch, triple it!  And remember that fledged birds return at age 3-4 to court and socialize – they fly, sit, sleep, dance, talk, walk, and visit throughout the day and night.  They continue to visit each year until they are 8-9 years old and at that time become nesters themselves.  Since we have no count on the non-nesters, all we can say is that there are well over a million albatrosses at Midway Atoll during the count. 

Non-nesters and nesters at Midway - all serious work

Were there other birds besides the albatrosses?
            We were familiar with the Laysan Albatross, or moli, from Kauai (see Sharon’s birds and Gil’s birds at top of blog).  The Black Foot was new to us and really fascinating.  The Short Tail albatross, formerly called the Golden Albatross is also featured in the blog.  We got to see two short tails, one visiting juvenile and one on a nest.  
            We saw the endangered Laysan Ducks, trying to make a comeback.  Also new to us were other shorebirds and seabirds: the Bristle-thigh Curlew, the Ruddy Turnstone and the now familiar Bonin Petrels.  One resident family set free a dozen pet canaries when they left and the canaries have reproduced very well.  There are owls and one peregrine falcon, large predators likely blown in on rogue winds.  Cattle egrets are a nemesis to both chicks and eggs and arrived after their introduction to the main Hawaiian Islands
Midway is for the birds! Yes!  We even spotted Flat Blue, the refuge mascot  from Hawaii (you can tell because he wears a yellow ilima lei).

Hawaii's own Flat Blue visits Midway

It sounded like hard work – I want to go!
            We have friends that really want to experience what we did.  I am taking that as positive feedback on the blog.  Thanks for reading it!

It sounded like hard work – I don’t want anything to do with it! 
Aren’t you exhausted?
            I did not feel exhausted until I got home. The birds produce such a thrilling positive energy that I operated from it without huge amounts of sleep.  I was missing their sweetness, tolerance, patience, and lovely behavior days before we left.  Obviously it was an emotional letdown and I crashed for about 24 hours. 

What was the best or your favorite thing about it?
            The birds, of course.  All of the above plus their sounds.  Beyond the birds?  The color and light.  It was another world.  It was sort of like being in a snow globe when it is still, that had white sand instead of snow, surreal.

What was the weirdest thing?
(Beth Flint asked this at 1:30 in the morning in transit to our hotel at Honolulu airport)
            I said the weirdest thing was the one bloody albatross we saw on a nest.  It had clearly been in a defensive fight while it sat on it’s egg.  Nearby we saw the other bird standing, with blood spatter over it’s chest, presumably a juvenile.  We will never know the story, we all stood there stunned.  We had seen some active exchanges between birds that were very excited in their courting.  Someone said if an albatross' tongue gets cut it bleeds profusely, hopefully it was as simple as that.  We saw a lot of tragedy, fallen trees on birds as they sat on their nest, birds that hit buildings or landed too hard on the runways causing broken wings (which means they will die) or damaged legs with fates unknown.  But of the million plus birds we were around 24/7 this was the only incidence of any violence; it is so rare, none of our group, including folks that study these guys for a living, had ever seen anything like it.  Too weird.
It could have been a brief beak battle with this one getting a bad cut - we'll never know

This juvenile on the sidelines may have tried to dance with the nester, 
 who knows what caused the bloodshed

So what else was weird, Beth asked?
            On a lighter note, someone said the weirdest thing we saw was three grown men in tights on Christmas Eve.  I wish I had thought of that myself, it was late and good to laugh.

                                                                                     courtesy of Darlene Holst

What was the strongest experience on Midway?
            Gil jumps on this answer.  He was absolutely overwhelmed by the amount of plastic trash in the world.  He keeps saying, Lost at sea? Nothing is lost at sea; it all ends up on a beach somewhere.  We have been recycling for decades.  We see now, it is not enough: STOP BUYING AND USING PLASTIC!  If you buy it, re-use it.  I have a Fiji water bottle that has over 16,000 miles on it!  You can take empty bottles in your luggage,  just not the water.
            Aside from that issue, I was able to observe first hand how the US government has such diverse agendas: on one very large hand, the military/defense mind with its bottomless budgets and on the other, taking responsibility for the protection of our natural resources with ever dwindling budgets.  However, both branches have a long history for us and thanks to foresight in previous generations there is a legacy that led step by step to the National Park and Wildlife Refuge Systems and Papahanaumakuakea Marine National Monument Midway is for the birds!  I came away with hope that our ability to steward what is precious can survive our own primitive instincts to fight.

Gil's photo depicts vibrant new life in the shadow of the decaying old paradigm
2012 represents a new way of life, right?
                           

Did you sleep in a tent?
            No, part of the story of transition from a military base with housing and infrastructure for 5000 people to a population of, at most, 200 means we had nice rooms.  Gil & I had a two room suite.  If you expect rugged, it is posh.  If you expect posh, it isn’t – it is basic and nice.  Firm bed, lights to read by, and internet in the room that works a little faster at midnight.  I would love for someone to donate good pillows to replace the foam ones - is there any way to recycle that old foam?

How was the food?
            Like many National Parks, the refuge outsources operations and logistics – from handling the runways, water systems and generators, to accommodations and food.  Chugach is a company from Alaska that employs about 65, and 55 of them are men from Thailand.
Some, if not all of the young Thai men on the kitchen staff have worked on cruise ships.  The food was served buffet style three times a day.  If we were meat eaters the selection would have more than doubled but there were vegetables, poultry and seafood nearly every meal as well as a fresh salad bar at lunch and dinner with many of the ingredients grown on island.  There were fun foods like fish & chips or burgers and fries that contributed to the overall feel that this was a great summer (or winter) camp. There were also soups daily and Thai curries often.   I liked to experiment, especially with the fresh peppery condiments.  I had a noodle soup topped with fresh cooked greens, scrambled eggs and hot sauce one morning while Gil made himself a fresh waffle or two.  I did eat cereal when they served runny fried eggs. 
It was common for the workers to make a second meal from the buffet so they could eat lunch in the field.  The FWS staff often came in and made take-out packages so they could eat dinner in the privacy of their own homes.  We sometimes made our lunch at breakfast (they provided sandwich goods) particularly if we were going to Eastern for the day.  We occasionally made our plates up and carried them over to the pub so we could have wine or beer with our dinner.  Deserts were always available – cakes, pies, cheesecake, soft serve ice cream and never ending cookies.  Charlie barracks had an industrial coffee machine in the lobby so we could have a cuppa and read a little at 5:30 am before heading out in the dark to eat breakfast at 6:30.

          Clearly I was pondering my own questions during the last few days on Midway and since being home we have been processing what it all meant to us. 

What is the experiential difference between Kauai and Midway?
The first obvious thing is that an atoll has virtually no elevation and Kauai’s soul is her mountains.  We are so fortunate to live between two refuges so we have a lot of bird life all the time.  Frigate birds, both red-tail and white-tail tropic birds, red-footed boobies, and several wetland endangered birds are common to us.  We sometimes see monk seals hauled out and while it is not common to see green sea turtles on the beach, swimming with them is normal.  The turtles on Kauai live and feed here but the females leave to nest at French Frigate shoals, 800 miles away.  They are nearly off the endangered list - it helped to take them off menus and put a moratorium on taking them for any reason, by anyone.  They eat algae off the reef at the base of the cliffs where we snorkel and we could say we go turtling.
Gil's film clip shows a turtle eating algae in the surge on the reef in Princeville last fall.    
  

There are heavy laws against taking or bothering Monk seals, however, they are not likely to make it - they are very close to extinction.  Some years ago a few were brought to the main islands to see if their numbers could stabilize and they do pup here.   When monk seals are reported on the beaches of Kauai, a response team comes within minutes and sets up a perimeter of yellow caution tape. Tourists and residents alike can easily view these rare creatures, just not closer than a few feet.    

What made it so different on Midway is the serious requirement to stay more than 150 feet of away from both monk seals and turtles on the beaches, honoring their endangered status.  It is meant to eliminate any disturbance so that the animals will feel safe enough to reproduce.  The turtles did swim with us when we snorkeled at Cargo Pier and when they hauled out, they were safe to go sleep on a beach reserved for them.  Since reproduction is crucial, we all kept our distance.  Any team counting anywhere near a restricted beach was on lookout for monk seals that sometimes hauled up into the naupaka bushes.  They were not disturbed in any way and the count of that area could be postponed until later - the priority was the monk!
            We were very fortunate on Midway to have people we truly enjoyed being around. It would be difficult with so few people if they were not compatible.  Having the same heart about nature and conservation is a huge starting place, common ground.  Kauai is like that to a degree as most of our friends did not grow up here but made a conscious choice to be close to the ocean and mountains because they love it.  But we do rely on cars on Kauai and I really enjoyed using the bikes for transportation on the atoll (which is flat).  In that regard, we only had a couple days of high winds that were hard to peddle against, and virtually no rain, so maybe the biking would have been less enjoyable in other weather.

What is the difference in the albatross community between Midway and Kauai? 
           I brought this up with several Midway residents who do not get to experience the birds as individuals.  Because of the tiny numbers on Kauai it has been our privilege to do so (see Sharon’s birds and Gil’s birds).  Residents and visitors know the population as a whole on Midway and each bird is one of many.  The many was novel for us, too, but I noticed that often, my concern was for the one among them:  I was concerned with any bird that started to walk into the road as I biked, for instance.  I was extremely careful to not startle that bird in that moment.  I was also aware, walking among them when the nests barely gave us foot space, that each bird was likely experiencing humans for the first time in their life.  I was keen to see their unique responses toward us – some stood up and presented their egg, some squawked and /or snapped and some were placid while others tracked us with seeming curiousity.  This is all about the human in relation to the albatross.
The other difference is the relationship between the birds themselves.  For the few that nest on Kauai or Oahu’s Keana point, there is much less colony life.  All albatrosses typically nest where they were born, particularly the females.  During the juvenile stage of coming back to meet a future partner, to display and court, these fewer numbers mean fewer potential mates on the main islands – they don’t have thousands to choose from.  Is it like the difference between growing up in New York rather than in rural farm country?  We don’t know for sure; it is a different lifestyle.

Midway colony provides lots of choices

The largest single colony of Kauai  
Albatross Hill at Kilauea Point National Wildlife Refuge


An even smaller community on private property

It is a geological fact that the atolls will disappear under the ocean’s surface, perhaps not in our lifetime but relatively soon.  Whether global warming speeds that up or not, it will occur.  Calling Kauai Noah’s Ark is common among moli advocates.  And the birds nesting on these higher main islands are called pioneers for good reason.  Looking at all those birds on Midway I had to ask not so much where will you go? but will enough of you shift to higher ground in time? 


Three pioneers at the sock hop
They have met here on a windy cliff about 250' high 
in the residential neighborhood of Princeville, Kauai

What’s next for the Donnellys?
Coming up the last Saturday of Jan, Feb and March 2012 we have the Whale count (ocean count).  Unlike Midway, we don't get to see that data after it is extrapolated.  But we sit on the cliffs or shoreline at designated sites around the island intensely watching the ocean surface to record whale behavior we can see, whether it is Blow!, Pect slap! Tail slap! Dive! or Breach!  It is an exciting four hours when they are active, switching off with a partner who scans or writes.  Since we also record squalls, wind direction, cloud cover, seabird sightings, etc. it is now called Ocean Count.

One of the north shore Ocean Count locations has limited space on a high platform
Crater Hill, National Wildlife Refuge, Kauai

Home now, I can continue the book I am writing for which Midway served as research.  I have written about the development of the islands geologically and culturally and will now work on the plant, bird and reef sections.  It is meant to be a primer for anyone new to the islands and/or a resource guide for new residents to delve more deeply into any one of the topics.  I plan to continue doing reef surveys as soon as the winter waves calm enough for me to snorkel again. 
Gil will resume teaching Aikido as students return from their holiday excursions.  Paddle season opens in a couple weeks and he is off to holoholo with them again.   Midway is very close to our hearts as we imagine on what to focus our remaining active years.  Like one of our teammates on Midway said, after all, we are senior citizens!

DAY 21 on MIDWAY

Thursday January 5
Be prepared, our last day will be long and filled with nostalgia.  I’ve been telling the moli that I miss them since Monday because I knew this day would come.
At breakfast we are reminded that working today is optional but no one turns down counting the last sector.  There is active conversation for the people staying as to what they will do until the 12th or 20th when they leave.  They are assured there are plenty of projects that could use a free hand.  We met up at the Empire Cafe once again to ride out in the Midway Limo (see Day 20).  Five of us go to one end and four go to the other end.  Sector One is again from the runway to the beach and is often referred to as the Frigate Point sector.


Hunker walk

          While paint is gathered, I capture this Black Foot in his classic "hunkered down" walking position along the runway.  I have speculated that since they prefer the beach, they have adapted for less wind resistance.  I am surrounded by scientists, however, that do not appreciate much speculation unsupported by hard data.
This sector has had paths recently cut through it and flagged.  The two groups work toward each other end to end, painting every nest encountered between the paths.  I found the paint line from the previous runway group and refreshed it as I went, more to keep track of myself than for anyone else, painting unmarked nests from there up to and in at the nau paka.  

Looking lengthwise into the sector
Runway to right, beach to left

Deep in nau paka


          I went in and out, Gil went up and down, the others in our group doing the same.   I could sometimes hear Gil through the bushes and we both stuck our guns in the air for location.  We might be only five feet apart!  We got our bearings whenever we popped out and could look around.


A pop out - oddly reassuring to see the ocean


Equally reassuring to see the flag marking the trail

A few more patches of thick and thin.  Eventually I came to the trail the other group was coming to and used it to head to the beach. 

Ribbons and flags - last man/woman out pulls them so they don't become debris


This little Brown Noddy is unperturbed by me reaching past him to paint the nest
He's not asleep, just curiously resting


The beach at last!

And what a glorious beach it was, called Frigate Point.  I worked back along the bush, through anyplace that would let me in, making observations about the whole process and all the tidbits I had learned along the way.



Count or no count?

           This Black Foot above has a nest very close to the water.  One of the scientists along believes these nests should not even be counted since the first winter storm will wash it away.  She had the same opinion about the birds near the derelict buildings because the chicks will eat lead paint chips and die.  She is right of course, but we are here to count nests so this one is counted as are the ones by the buildings.  Sobering is the thought about how much death is certain to occur between now and summer.

Abandoned


          We have no way of knowing if this egg was abandoned for good reason.  It may have been a young bird uncertain of where to lay or how to make a proper nest.  It may have been a wise decision because it was not viable.  It is almost certain to be washed away in the first big storm.


Safe?  

          This nest is a little higher and the parent confident.  The location provides shade and cool breezes and is a convenient walk to the windy take off zone for both adults and fledging chick, so long as the waves do not wash it away before the time comes.   Just past this one I came across the well defined marks of the other group; this was my last nest to mark.

Last paint


The tide line contains debris all the way around the island

           I helped Susan tote back her beach debris and we met at the limo.  Only one missing in action - Gil.  I was worried he was looking for me but he was just catching a few pockets on his way out about five minutes later.  We did it, we completed the nest count for Midway!

Aloha Frigate Point
(Greater Frigate in upper left corner)

The limo delivered us back to Charlie barracks and I got a shot of the end of the building.  The plane that takes us back tonight is bringing in Wyland who will paint this very wall.  It has been pressure washed for him and I am promised a photo of the finished scene by someone who is staying on.  Also on the plane is Sylvia Earle, author and well known marine scientist from NOAA , and Susan Middleton, portrait photographer now turned to wildlife - everyone is geared up for the VIPS, again.

Charlie before

          We decided to take care of business and rode over to the Chugach office to pay up!  We wanted to get a picture with Darlene (aka Santa) and we were in luck as JR, the logistics manager was there too.  Anne Bell from FWS visitor servies, walked up as we got the picture and she said she wanted it for the presentation that night - we will be "the counters" during orientation for some time to come!

Chugach staffers - the people behind the creature comforts we enjoyed daily
L to R:  Darlene Holst, Gil, James Roberson, Sharon



Bench buddies

          I sat to peal off my shoes and socks and say farewell to my bench buddies next to the barracks.  We got our laundry in the machine and started packing up.  The results were up at the Clipper House and we lingered there at lunch contemplating all that had occurred.


                        Pau 1/3/12                                                          Pau 1/5/12

          Keep in mind the scale.  Eastern on the left is 334 acres, Spit was drawn in on the Sand map but is only 12 acres whereas Sand is 1200 acres.  It is odd they used Hawaiian but several of the counting team are from the islands and use pau (pow) for done.  Pau hana is work over!  
          Midway is very much not Hawaiian; it was and is US government and that was as unique for us as the overwhelming wildlife population. (see my page - Midway: Gov't Island)

Contemplation

After lunch we decided to go snorkel at the pier.  I couldn’t bring myself to turn in dry wetsuits!  We didn't risk our little digital camera when we went out before because while it is waterproof, the first one we had leaked.  We decided to try it today.  The water shots are all Gil's.


I have a yellow snorkel and am about to go under the old cargo pier


Other world

          This color is very hard to describe.  It isn't clear today as we have had the wind waves all week.  The extremely white sand almost seems like chalk in the water - giving it this other world ambiance for these ordinary chubs.

Giant Trevally

           This big jack is the reason I wanted to snorkel here since we don't see them this large on Kauai; not this close to shore.  He was about 3'.  We also saw the thick lip jack the big eye jack.  I saw three little turtles and a few butterfly fish, hundreds of yellow fin goat fish, and among them, a large puffer fish.  

Land from the water, love it!

Beach sand


          This picture doesn't do it justice, it is pure white.  It is not soft, however, like over by the Clipper House; it has a crust.  In a search for better words to describe it, it is fragile but hard, like an eggshell.  My feet do go through the top and leave prints but it isn't comfortable and conveys the message that it is better to appreciate it than impact it . . .  I know I am deep in nostalgia mode now.
          We came in and cleaned up and sorted things out.  We both donated our shoes to any future volunteer who might be so desperate they would need them, also my back pack including the safety pin that kept it together in spite of lugging paint cans.  Gil returned the wet-suits to the boat house while I took the donations to the volunteer center at Fish & Wildlife and stopped by the Library to drop off three paperbacks and take one for the airports in between here and home.


My white bike reflected in the window

          Speaking of bikes, mine served me well from beginning to end.  While others had multipe flat tires and Gil's had to have the pedal cranks rebuilt, mine trudged through gravel and sand, cement and asphalt without fail.  Our bags were turned in at 5pm so they could be weighed in at the airport early.  We ran upstairs to leave our re-gurge lighters at Susan Scott's door.  

















She had her door art up - on the door and on the floor.   The face of the little whimsey is made from a broken clicker (or tally wacker).  I think we all had replacements on those.  They don't hold up well filled with sand when they go down with us.  We each carried two - one for Laysan and one for Black Foot.  Our counts were taken regularly by leaders and recorded by two different recorders in the event one notepad could be lost.






Bonin Petrel

           I finally took a picture of a little petrel at night.  It doesn't do him justice, they are adorable. The beak is long and curved and doesn't show here; the feet two-tone like a little sand on them; some have whiter faces.  They are just very difficult to photograph because of their night/day patterns.  Sorry sweet heart..
           We went and picked up our dinner and carried it to Capt. Brooks pub so we could have the last of our wine with dinner and reminisce some more.  The three-month volunteer gang showed up to eat with us.  So did John Klavitter, the deputy mgr, and his wife Leona plus Pete Leary, the biologist.  Sue Schumeister, refuge manager, and her husband Bob were on our flight and we got a few moments to talk with them before, during, and after the flight.  Turns out he grew up in the same small town Gil is from, Lemont, Ill.  Small, small world – and ever so precious.
          The very kind Beth Flint arrived at Bradley Aviation in Honolulu at 1:30am to take us to our hotel (ironically we had all booked the same one); two Fish and Wildlife vans plus her personal car. 


Friday January 6
          Our plane to Kauai was delayed but we were OK, fairly out of it, estranged from so much human energy bouncing all around us.  Once in Lihue we took a cab to the auto repair shop where my car awaited us.  Poor Therese had a breakdown while she was housesitting and between her, good neighbors, a good mechanic with a cousin in the towing business, etc, etc, the car was running and Gil drove us home.  I wasn’t asleep but I don’t remember much for the next 24 hours. 
          I vaguely heard our old friend the shama thrush singing early in the morning but woke up later to the clucking and crowing of the wild chickens that roam freely – not quite so sweet a sound as the moli of Midway.