Birding the Big Island of Hawaii

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I don’t even know how long I’ve been awake at this point

Our last day in Hawaii – yesterday? Last night? – I woke up in a tiny cabin in the woods of Volcano National park at 5am to listen to my husband take a skype call for work (who had no idea he was in Hawaii, the perks of working from home).

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I failed at going back to sleep, so we started our day early in the park, birding before driving back to Hilo for breakfast at Kens – Where he got mac nut pancakes larger than his head, and my “Three-egg omelette” looked more like a full dozen.

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After a walk around Liliukolani Park to work off the coconut and lilikoi syrup, we drove the winding saddle road between Muana Kea and Muana Loa to Kona. There, we finally found two of the Nene Goose we’d been searching for since our trip began. They weren’t eating the scrubby berry bushes as the ranger station had informed us – no – like most of their more metropolitan goose brethren, they were enjoying the green on the fairway at the local country club, honking angrily at passing golf carts, and strutting royally across the well manicured lawn.

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Tiny yellow saffron finches flitted about under the trees, and a waterfall trickled nearby. The only thing out of place was the small herd of sheep, bleating their way across the 16th hole.

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After a final poke bowl of delicious ahi perfection at Umekes in downtown Kona, we finally left the big island at 3:30, our plane rising eye-level with  the gleaming white observatories on Muana Kea before disappearing high above.

As the lights dimmed, and darkness fell aboard the tiny A300, I thought I’d catch some z’s. The day was long, and – thanks to an antiquated pay-per-view movie screen, (complete with credit card swipe!) stuck in the back of the headrest in front of me – the flight was boring.

Unfortunately, soon after I’d decided to take a snooze, a jolt of turbulence began twisting the plane from one pole to the other. The United stewardesses gamely tried to follow through with a drink service, but it was quickly aborted, and they stumbled back to the galley with their burden. So no sleep on that flight. I spent the rest of it praying that my (legally prescribed) sleep aid would kick in.

A quick transfer in LAX – 30 minutes gate to gate – and we were off to Chicago. I was lucky enough to catch a nap on this flight, blessed with the twin benefits of smooth air and a silent companion.

After another tight transfer in ORD – we walked straight off of one plane and onto another – I was ready to finish my 30 winks, but the toddler behind me had other plans, jamming his little red shoes into my back at every opportunity. I gave him my best stink face glare, but that didn’t work – kids don’t care.

Finally we landed in Orlando at 9:45am, 14 hours after leaving Hawaii. Sadly for both of us, it was a working day, and most of the ride was spent in a skype meeting, while I was driving hell for leather to work, where I was already late.

I was deliriously tired and in need of a shower, but thankfully birds don’t care what you smell like, as long as you’re feeding them. After a quick go round, it was finally time to head home!

Except at this point, the last food we had eaten were the poke bowls in Kona, and my blood sugar had dropped to the point where I wanted to do violent things to other drivers. Torn between needing to get home for shower and sleep, and needing food to get there, I stopped at my favorite sub place, and for once, there was no line! Hallelujah!

It’s now 6:30, and I’ve passed the point where a nap would help anything. My only hope to defeat jetlag is to tough it out for the next three and a half hours, and go to sleep at a normal time. My husband has already succumb to the siren call of slumber, but I will not go so quietly. Jetlag, you will not win this one.

We saw four sunsets in Hawaii – One from the top of Mauna Kea, high above the clouds, one from the crater rim of Kilauea, busy birthing more land, and one from a dive boat off the Kohala coast, watching spinner dolphins fling themselves into the air. But nothing beats a seat on the beach, bunch of whales just messing around.


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