Hawaiian Frigate Birds

Knowing that a huge storm was blowing into the islands, I decided to head out early yesterday morning for a swim. The weather reports had warnings of high tides which meant Ahalanui  pond right along the ocean would be clean, cool and frothy. I ran into a friend, and had a great swim, but also got a rare treat -- witnessing the arrival of three huge Frigate birds -- blown toward the Big Island by the storm.

Male with extended display chest

With its extraordinarily long wings and deeply forked tail, the magnificent Frigate bird is unmistakable when seen in flight  The massive wingspan enables the magnificent Frigate bird to soar effortlessly, and make graceful aerial manoeuvres, which so captivated Charles Darwin that he dubbed this species “the condor of the ocean” . Frigate birds are the only seabird family that have obvious, significant differences in plumage between the sexes. The male has entirely black plumage, glossed green on the head and purple on the upperwings and back..

These birds live on Frigate Shoals -- a large crescent shaped atoll in the island chain just above the Hawaiian islands.

GREAT MAP! -- Click on it to see interesting DETAILS

'Iwa / Frigate Bird  - A large, wide-winged sea bird of the tropical seas (wing span up to 6 feet), the 'iwa soars for hours on updrafts and may stay at sea all night or for days. 

These birds sometimes travel great distances, though generally are non-migratory and stay within 50 miles of their home islands. As they are incapable of taking off from the surface of the water, they swoop down and pick fish just below the surface or leaping above the water (see mahimahi); or they may attack other birds in flight and steal the fish that their victims disgorge or drop. The 'iwa nests in remote areas or islands on bushes or vegetation. 

NASA image of Frigate Shales

OK; hard to see - click to make image bigger

More about the unique habitat of this area follow this link:  Frigate Shoals.

UPDATE another friend who teaches school near where I was swimming yesterday forwarded a photo of the sky FULL of Frigate birds. 

Info from: Wikipedia, www.arkive.org, and Polynesian Voyaging Society, NASA

Mango (Jam) Road

Local Punatics refer to the road from Pahoa to Pohoiki as "Mango Road;" it's lined with giant old mango trees most of the way down to the boat ramp and ocean-swimming at Issac Hale Park.  Another couple minutes down the Red Road is volcanically heated  Ahalanui Warm Pond.

Last year I swam in the afternoons (as a reward for hard work in the garden), and for physical therapy to recover from knee surgery.  This year, I have a new habit -- swimming early -- 7-8 am when the ocean tides have swept out the pond and it is deep and clear.  Driving there the last few days, I have noticed the road is covered with hundreds and hundreds of mangoes -- dropping as they do annually from the giant mango trees that line the one-lane road to the ocean.


They are small in size, but sweet and succulent, and although many crack open, get eaten by mongoose, lots just get turned into Mango Jam by the cars passing on this enchanting one-lane road.  The pits turn the road into a washboard and the fermented fruit smell reminds me of the years I made gallons of blackberry wine.


Today, I pulled over to gather a bunch of mangoes right off the ground to take home.  Other folks had the same idea as I saw 8-10 people with long poles gathering them to make pickled mango and mango jam.  Sorry, I am not that ambitious and am completely satisfied just peeling them and slurping my way down to the pit.  Yum!

PS.  Just a few days after writing this, I was headed down for an early swim when, to my surprise, I had to pull over and watch a bonafied "street sweeper/washer" moving slowly down the one lane road washing the gooey jam and pits over to the side.   It was SO odd to see a piece of city maintenance equipment doing such an unusual job in the middle of Puna.

"Cloudy With a Chance of Pastels"

A couple evenings ago my friend, Lucina, and I headed off to Ahalanui Warm Ponds down on the Red Road, just north of Pohoiki, all well-loved Puna places on the Big Island.  The sun was going down as we left, and the clouds were moving in with a promise of rain.

After a good time of vigorous swimming, we both became entranced with the light show we were observing -- lots of greys, lots of lavender, pinks and peach.

As we kept discovering new colors and cloud shapes, I commented about the colors.

 "These are all pastel colors, and greys I rarely used in my art palette."   I drove home with my eyes closed (not really) but concentrating on the colors I had seen, determined to create something that would graphically illustrate their beauty.


Laying out the colors, I came across barely-used colored pencils with names like "Rosy Beige," "Clay Rose," and "Peche Deco."  Then came the challenge of drawing the scene with my own vocabulary of shapes, and, I'm really pleased with the end result as I think this sketch can translate into "something more."

Blue Heaven On The Skin

Yesterday I took myself down Pahoa-Pohoiki Road (better known by locals as Mango Road) to Ahalanui Park for a late afternoon  swim at the warm pond there on the edge of the ocean. 

The full moon was awesome last night, the water...ahh, just the temperature of my skin.  For this child-of-water, the experience is indescribable.  "Floating between" sky and earth, I cannot tell where my body ends and the water begins.  I am suspended and surrounded in a bliss of well-beingness.


At one time I might have said, "I have waited all my life to be here."  But the truth is that every single step along the way has brought me to this place of nurture, warmth and magic.  As curved waves break over the edge of the lava and pour into the pond, I am swept by unseen currents and my body rises and falls rhythmically.

I see tourists coming down with their cameras to take a picture of it, but they do not get in, and "click" they are gone.  This is "to experience."  Those who have had the privilege know; those who have not -- well, how can you even explain it.  So, after a year of satisfying "labor" (on house, ohana, yard, and garden) my muses are again calling to me to ??  somehow express and articulate (with my own artist's voice) the wonder I feel.

While it is certainly womb-like, all movement is completely unrestricted.  I feel both strongly connected to the earth, but suspended under the blue sky, I also feel my connection to the heavens and beyond.  At dusk, I float, arms extended, my right hand holds the sun, and the moon is cradled in my left hand.  I am an orb.  My dear Priestess of Poetry, Sherri Rose-Walker, once read me a new poem that contained the phrase "blue heaven on the skin" -- and I stopped breathing!  How aptly those five words captured how it feels to be in the living water.  While a photo or painting might capture the "image" I cannot stop there; I am driven to express how this experience FEELS.