Spouting Horn
Apologies for the light posting lately. We're in Kauai, as you may have read earlier, with the posters known as Schmutz, Oldest Kid, and Middle Kid, and their respective families. We have lots of photos and experiences to recount, but since I have but a few minutes right now, I'll do an easy one of Spouting Horn, a site just up the coast from our condo in Poipu where the waves shoot up through lava tunnels to neat effect:
Higher.
Higher.
Higher!
Breathe.
Relax.
Chicken.
Yes, Kauai's famous feral chickens. Our guidebook notes that these chickens are odd because they don't know they're only supposed to crow at sunrise, a comment that only demonstrates that the authors are city people because anybody who grew up around farm animals knows that roosters crow whenever they feel like it. This was one of a flock that tends to gather around the vendors at Spouting Horn. Somebody told us the chickens are feral because once the top of a coop flew off in a storm, the chickens flew off and it was too much of a bother to round them back up.
And if you prefer a chicken-free video version of Spouting Horn, click below.
Higher.
Higher.
Higher!
Breathe.
Relax.
Chicken.
Yes, Kauai's famous feral chickens. Our guidebook notes that these chickens are odd because they don't know they're only supposed to crow at sunrise, a comment that only demonstrates that the authors are city people because anybody who grew up around farm animals knows that roosters crow whenever they feel like it. This was one of a flock that tends to gather around the vendors at Spouting Horn. Somebody told us the chickens are feral because once the top of a coop flew off in a storm, the chickens flew off and it was too much of a bother to round them back up.
And if you prefer a chicken-free video version of Spouting Horn, click below.
posted by Smitty Werbenmanjensen at 2:23 AM
2 Comments:
Hawaii, chickens, geysers. Great. What about the cats?
Never mind chickens, where were the Hula girls?
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