When I went to Hawaii, this is what I was expecting.
And that was there, to be sure. But what I saw a whole lot of, and wasn’t expecting, was this.
Even in the stores, there were wild chickens moseying through.
The girls and I felt really bad for one of the Hawaii cats in the first picture. One of its eyes was closed, and we wanted to help it, but then these signs are posted everywhere:
Why are there all these chickens running wild in Hawaii? I did a little research, and there are a few theories. One claims that sugarcane plantation workers in the early 1900s brought and raised chickens, and some got loose. Another theory is more recent: in 1992, Hurricane Iniki hit Hawaii and destroyed a lot of chicken farms.
As to the cats, I don’t see any theory on how they originated, but they seem to like higher elevations (and the two I photographed were indeed high up, at Iao Valley State Park), and apparently many are suffering from feline leukemia or the cat version of HIV … poor things!
One animal we didn’t see any of, to our consternation, was the nene (“nay nay”), Hawaii’s state bird. You just never know on a vacation, do you?
Think back to someplace you’ve traveled – how did the reality differ from your ideas of how the place would be?