Peep of Pali Ridge

On the island of Oahu
where wild chickens roam
in rocky shadows,
sweet little chick eyes
sneak a friendly peep at me
up on Pali Ridge.
Pali-Ridge-Peep
But mother’s eyes quickly say:
Come no closer, stay away!
Independent we must be
left alone, feral, and free
up on Pali Ridge.
Pali-Ridge-Chicken-family
In close proximity,
a protective rooster stands
with power in his eyes.
Go Now….
This is my territory!
Don’t come near
 my family
up on Pali Ridge!     
Pali-Ridge-Rooster

Pali-Ridge-Oahu
So….I bow and walk away
slowly and respectfully,
as it should always be done
up on Pali Ridge.      ~ms

About Mary Strong-Spaid

You can find me any time wandering around in my own mind gathering thoughts.
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27 Responses to Peep of Pali Ridge

  1. windhound says:

    With the Mum’s attitude I think they will not have a problem surviving!

    • These wild chickens are very independent and pretty tough. They know how to take care of themselves. I just added a photo of the “dad” rooster. If mom’s stern look didn’t keep me from coming any closer, dad would have stepped in….no question about that!

  2. Diane C says:

    I spent one summer doing grad work at U of H Manoa. I remember being amused by the chickens running around campus. Here on Vancouver Island our universities are over-run with rabbits!

  3. naturelands says:

    What lovely photographs! They are very artistic. And a very interesting post, of course.

  4. Beautiful poem, lovely photos and a great little story. I saw wild chickens on Kauai and found them the most beautiful birds. I know everyone loves parrots and huge birds of prey, but watching those chickens, especially the roosters, strutting around with their shiny, colourful feathers really took my breath away. Well worth a poem!

    • They are proud and independent, that’s for sure!
      And rumor has it that if you try to cook one of these wild chickens and a rock at the same time….the rock will get tender, soft, and done before the chicken. So, sometimes being tough will save your life!

  5. windhound says:

    I see what you mean, Dad looks really on the case. They are magnificent but I can see how their attitude could make domestication difficult if not impossible. My Cochin are the opposite and my hand reared hen Chi demands daily hugs before she will eat breakfast.

  6. Wow a beautiful breed of chicken I’ve never seen before – love the girls plumage and those cute little puffballs 🙂

  7. Our Little Nest UpNorth says:

    Your photos and poetry are beautiful. That is one gorgeous rooster!

  8. mindbender99 says:

    The Rooster looked very commanding…

  9. domtakis says:

    Hi Mary,
    Great blog! I thought you might have been from around here when I saw the Banyan tree in your photo. I have often seen the wild chickens on the Old Pali. Nice to stumble across your post.

    • Sigh. I was from around there.
      I lived on Oahu for 11 years (military/Navy). I am still there in my mind. If people ask me where I am from, I will say Hawaii.
      There is no place in this whole world that made me feel so at home.
      Had a little sailboat for awhile and sailed all around the islands. Quite an adventure. I also sang with the Hawaii Opera Theatre (HOT) while I was there–a great group of people.
      Now I am living in Virginia, where it is freezing cold today. Auuuugh. We are coming back to visit Hawaii again in the Spring.

  10. What a beautiful narrative. It reminded me of a children’s’ book in a beautiful way. I really enjoyed the whole experience. 🙂
    God bless

  11. Amazing blog! Thank you for likes on my blog.

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