Huli chicken is an Hawaiian dish, first created in 1955 by Ernest Morgado of Pacific Poultry. The chicken is marinated in a sweet and savory sauce, then grilled on a rotating spit. Huli is the Hawaiian word for turn, hence the name.
These photos were taken at GJ’s Huli Chicken, which operates in Waimea on the weekends. It’s easy to tell when they’re open because the smoke drifts across the road and the aroma is unmistakable!
Posted for Becky’s Squares: Shadows. See more responses here.
The idea of The Numbers Game is to enter a number into the search bar of your computer and then post a selection of the photos that turn up. This week’s number is 185. Captions are on the photos. You can see more responses here.
Driving down to Upolu for a walk, I noticed this cow behaving oddly, so I pulled over to take a look. The reason quickly became clear: a pair of hooves sticking out below the tail. She was about to give birth. I thought this would be a good photo op, so settled in to watch.
The poor cow was up, down, walking, lying down. The pair of hooves did not budge. A couple of times I thought the delivery was nigh, but they were false dawns.
I wasn’t the only one watching the action, or lack of it. Other cows looked on from a safe distance, chickens pecked the ground around the struggling cow, and a cattle egret flew in to see if any bugs might be being stirred up by the activity. In the end, I could wait no longer. I went off for my walk. On my return, nothing much had changed so I went home.
I didn’t contact the dairy. Early in my time here, I tried that, but they weren’t interested and soon after, No Trespassing signs went up on the driveway! I grew up on a small farm and, for us, a new calf was an important arrival to be carefully ushered into the world. But this was a bigger operation, and I’ve learned that the cows are left to get on with it. Truth is, she was probably fine. These things take time and, as every mother out there knows, it’s never easy.
The idea of The Numbers Game is to enter a number into the search bar of your computer and then post a selection of the photos that turn up. This week’s number is 180. Captions are on the photos. You can see more responses here.
And the answer is, ‘Yes, I am eating French fries and no, you can’t have any.’
It’s not a Norwegian Blue Parrot, but I thought this hen’s feathers were quite lovely. This also marks eight years of daily posts on this blog! This could explain the hen’s expression!
A few days ago, a group of five wild turkeys wandered through the yard. It’s the first time I’ve seen them here. They came up from the abandoned house and were headed towards the highway.
This path took them through the neighbor’s yard, which is the territory of a local rooster. When he saw these strange creatures moving into his domain, he strolled across to investigate. The turkeys seemed mystified by the rooster, though it’s hard to believe they hadn’t seen one before.
They peered down on it, stooped to its level, flapped their wings at it, displayed their feathers. The rooster was unmoved. For his part, he seemed even more baffled than the turkeys, though he also appeared to have decided they were no threat to his territory. He just stared as the turkeys went through their repertoire.
Eventually, they went about their business of pecking for food. From time to time, the turkeys would go through their routine, but the rooster remained unimpressed. Eventually, the six of them wandered off toward the small macadamia nut orchard nearby, the turkeys still displaying, the rooster still off in his own world. The turkeys came back the next day, but haven’t been seen since.
And the headline? Those turkeys just look like aliens, peering down on the strange life form below them, just the way real aliens would probably look at us!
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