Palmyra Dispatch #3: For The Birds

Ms. Tomato may have mentioned she is on an island, semi-deserted, in the middle of the North Pacific with five other castaways.  Well, it's been three weeks now since we've had any aircraft bring in fresh food and the worst has happened.  No salad.  So this won't be a piece about food, but rather the lack of it.  There is plenty to eat, but none of it fresh green stuff.  That arrives this coming Wednesday and we will pull out the red carpet for the boxes of Romaine that are due.

Meanwhile, these are the magnificent birds of Palmyra, angelic beings that swoop down so close they knock off our hats.  While kayaking two days ago, Ms. Tomato placed her oar on her lap and a juvenile booby promptly landed on it, using the rail as a viewing platform.--quite curious, it was, to see what this non-marine, non-airborne animal was sitting around in a long floating red thing.

Also, the sooty terns are swarming these days, millions of them overhead sailing and screeching in the courtship ritual noise that precedes egg fertilizing and nesting.  Their numbers will increase over the next two weeks until the sound is deafening.  By the time they all land in the Pisonia trees to lay their eggs, we will be glad they all finally got a room.

 

Comments

[Surfer Girl]

Aloha Ms. Tomato! Technically you're actually in the North Pacific - Palmyra is just 5 degrees north of the Equator;)

[virginia]

Splendid photographs!