Chickens and roosters can be found all over the North Shore of Oahu running wild. Here a rooster is crossing a road for whatever reason a chicken may have to cross a road but it probably is related directly to annoying people. (Photos by Tom Sadowski)
Chickens and roosters can be found all over the North Shore of Oahu running wild. Here a rooster is crossing a road for whatever reason a chicken may have to cross a road but it probably is related directly to annoying people. (Photos by Tom Sadowski)
I thought I was getting used to the roosters but I finally had to jump out of bed just before dawn and do some chicken chasing. Then I went back inside and got my pants on. My tolerance level was up there for awhile but when they sneak up right under your bedroom window and let loose with one of their chicken calls, it's a little too much. You can't hear chickens walking; they are pretty good at sneaking around.

It's 6:45 a.m. and I'm sitting outside at our patio table typing on my laptop in my tee-shirt. It is so nice, I doze off in my chair. There are no mosquitoes but the chickens are still around. If they see you are asleep they will get one of the roosters to sneak up near you and let loose one of their rooster yells. From what I have learned the chicken problem here is not as bad as on the Hawaiian island of Kauai. It seems that Hurricane Iniki blew a lot of chicken houses down in 1992, setting a good many chickens free and scrambling into the jungle. Maybe the chickens help control the mosquitoes. It's an interesting situation.

In Waialua, our little town, my wife and I rent two bikes for a week at Pivotto's Rentals where they also rent Mopeds and beach chairs. I thought the Moped idea was a very good one until my wife found out through the charming rental lady that two people are not allowed to ride together on one moped in Hawaii. We settle on the two bikes, put more air in the tires and adjust the seats on the one-speed, coaster-brake-style paperboy bikes before we pedal the 3.1 miles back to the house. I plan to ride every day since the daughter will probably take the car to go surfing.

From the cottage we walk to the beach to enjoy what we can't get at home. Walking along the water's edge for not more than a half minute, we are both surprised by a wave; my wife gets her short pants wet and I am not really pleased to get my pants, socks and shoes soaked.

What was I doing with pants, socks and shoes at the beach? Hey, I just came in from Maine and we don't have that problem this time of year. I take off my shoes (I had removed my LL Bean Vest days ago) and we walk in the sand and we watch the waves before making our way back. My wife manages to walk back all the way without shoes but not me. Something about using shoes or boots for 45 years that makes your feet soft.

The daughter and boyfriend fall asleep on the couch after a long day surfing and my wife, contrary to the photographer's code of ethics, makes photos of them asleep, rationalizing that it is okay because they are cute. I object strongly to this invasion of privacy but offer to post the photos all over the web rationalizing that I am not the one who made them.