Mum has 70+ hens now, separated into three flocks of various sizes. We get so many eggs every day (between four and five dozen, on average) that we’ve taken collecting them twice a day so there aren’t quite as many to deal with at once.
This particular flock has the smallest nest-box. Usually if there’s any hens when I open it it’s just one, maybe two. So when I checked this day and saw FOUR, all crowded half on top of each other, I had to take a picture!
This is published this late, but the message is worth having every day of the year.
Here’s what it’s about:
And here’s my photo:
#104: A Study of Warm Tones.
One of my early oil paintings. It’s on a canvas about the size of the palm of my hand. It’s on my pagan alter, with a tiny lava stone on top, to represent the Goddess Pele and the element of Fire.
#105: Reuse Gardening.
When the bottom of the old barbeque rusted out, it became a new planter box! The garden angel next to it came from Mum’s garden in Idaho, as did the plaque figure of St. Francis of Assisi, hanging on the fence above the pineapples (and not quite pictured in this photo – only the very edge on the far right middle).
#101: Lizards in Combat.
I’ve never seen our lizards in combat before. They would break apart, intent and puffed up, posturing at each other, then attack and lock jaws again, trying to wrestle and bite. I didn’t see any females around, so I presume they were fighting over territory rather than mating rights. They were so focused on each other that after I finished taking pictures I was able to touch them, and very nearly picked them up before they noticed me and separated to run away. Even then, they still tried to go right back to fighting.
Close-up for forest moss. I took this at a friend’s place, walking the paths at twilight.
#103: Mauna Loa.
My favorite hike on the island is the Mauna Loa trail. I go a little further every time… It’s fairly rough terrain and often the trail is marked only by the Ahu, or stacks of stones. The high elevation takes some adjustment when coming from near-sea-level, and there’s no cover from the sun and wind. If I go high enough, I’d come to a rocky alpine desert. It takes days to hike to the summit, and there’s only two cabins with water along the way. Someday I’d love to do the whole trial.
This day, however, I was chased off the mountain by a thunderstorm. When lightening struck the ridge beyond, I knew it was time to go!
Looking towards Lili’uokalani Gardens.
Looking across the bay towards downtown Hilo.
Looking towards Coconut Island.
I was about to go to bed, when I noticed how pretty the light looked as it was caught and broken up by by water-glass. Naturally, I grabbed my camera!
#99: Cane Press.
This is my Dad’s cane press, for making sugar cane juice. He harvests the stalks, rinses the outsides off with water to get any dirt or bugs off, splits the stalk lengthwise, hand-cranks each half through the press once by itself, then again together.
The last night our Alaskan Family was at home. After packing all day, they bought large platters of sushi for our second-to-last dinner together, and we watched the Merrie Monarch hula performances on TV.
After watching part of the Merrie Monarch parade in Hilo, we all had lunch and then drove to Kona — on the west side of the Big Island. While Mum and Dad checked into the Kona Seaside Hotel for our overnight stay, Acacia and her mum sat in the back of the car while I played Acacia’s new favorite game, “Tapping Monster”, by tapping my fingers on the outside of the glass. I was rewarded with her beautiful grins and giggles.
#97: In the Saddle.
After dropping the Alaskan Family off at the airport for their morning flight, we headed back to the east side over Saddle Road. This is near the top of Saddle, between the Mauna Loa and Mauna Kea volcanoes, looking towards the Mauna Kea side. Not typically the sort of landscape one automatically thinks of when Hawaii is mentioned… The smell of pine trees reminded me strongly of the Northwest mainland, where I grew up.