Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Swimming, swimming, and more swimming...

Today was spent.... you guessed it -- swimming. Emma was excited to take her Nana and Grandpa to watch her swim with the American Samoa Junior Swim Team. She typically has practices every Tuesday and Thursday. This week, there is a visiting coach from Hawaii who is helping our coaches to become better instructors and also giving the kids help. That means Emma had swimming class this morning and again in the afternoon. I was able to introduce my parents to a few of my friends at the pool and my parents enjoyed seeing Emma practice. In between swimming lessons, we had the brilliant idea to go swimming in the ocean. I guess you can't get enough swimming when you live on an island. We went to a tide pool at a 'resort' called Maliu Mai.
Emma and her Grandpa loved jumping in together!
We also showed him a number of different fish that live in the tide pool, including a lion fish.

The Bordewyk's First Day

I have to say I am impressed with my 60-year-old parents. I assumed that their first day in Samoa would mainly be spent resting up after lots of traveling and battling a 7-hour time difference. To my surprise, Rog and Lorna were ready to go and see the island. We set off for the National Park Visitor Center shortly after breakfast.

It was nice to see the island again with fresh eyes. My parents commented on so many things that I now take for commonplace. I realize that I've lived here for awhile as I am no longer shocked by the everyday sights. We passed by dozens of chickens and stray dogs wandering along the road and near the brightly colored, although dilapidated houses. Most houses have graves of their loved ones in their front yards. These graves are built up as mounds and it seems the higher the mound, the more important (or rich) the deceased. Some people even put their dead loved ones in their living rooms!

We stopped into the Park's Visitor Center and my parents looked around for a bit at the displays of shells, traditional handicrafts, and more. There are Samoan women who demonstrate weaving and they were working on a very large mat. They said it takes them 2-3 months to finish one mat! We continued on our drive to the National Park. Along the way, we passed by the tuna canneries. After experiencing the smell, my mom said she may not be eating tuna again anytime soon! After seeing one of the ugliest sights on the island, we turned off to one of the most beautiful -- the National Park. The road heads almost straight up, proving almost too much for our little Kia. At the top of the first mountain, there is a great view of Pago Pago and surrounds.

The road continues along and goes up and down two more mountains. All along the way, we saw many birds! My mom ended up with 9 life birds. The National Park maintains a great scenic overlook with views of Pola Island.
We also headed down and took a short hike to the beach near Pola Island. This small island is huge in stature, with heights of 400 feet! Many seabirds nest on these cliffs. After all the bird watching, I think my Dad was ready to see the other amazing wildlife of American Samoa so we donned our snorkeling and headed out to the reef. It was quite windy in Vatia and the underwater visibility wasn't that great, but my Dad and I saw a number of fish and coral. It was great to snorkel with my Dad and I found myself reminiscing on my first snorkeling experiences as a kid in Ludington State Park. We used to snorkel in the river, looking for fishing lures.

All in all, I have to say it was a great first day in American Samoa!

Monday, July 30, 2007

They're here!

The Bordewyk's have arrived in American Samoa...

Saturday, July 28, 2007

The Honeyeaters of American Samoa

The islands of American Samoa have a surprisingly diverse group of birds considering their remote geographic location. A wide range of resident seabirds as well as forest birds call our islands home. These birds enrich our forests and shores with their calls and, luckily for us, some of our most striking birds also happen to be some of our most common. Even more surprising is that our most attractive birds, the honeyeaters, are often found close to villages because of the abundant flowers in gardens. We have two types here in American Samoa, the cardinal honeyeater, and the wattled honeyeater. Both primarily feed on flower nectar, though neither actually eats honey.

The cardinal honeyeater is the territory’s smallest bird. Reaching only 9cm, they resemble a hummingbird in size. In fact, since our islands are devoid of hummingbirds, these little birds have taken up that role. They can actually be seen hovering in front of flowers sipping the nectar, although perched on the flower is the more common feeding behavior. While nectar forms the bulk of the diet, they also opportunistically eat insects and spiders.

These birds are also one of the only native birds which exhibit sexual dimorphism, which is a fancy way of saying that males and females are dissimilarly colored. The bright scarlet-red and black males easily outshine the drab females, which are colored an olive-brown with a dull red rump. Not surprising, the female does most of the incubation of the nest, which is cup-shaped and built between small forks in branches and constructed almost entirely of grass stems. Three to five small white eggs with a few red spots are laid any time of year, though the Southern summer months seem to be the peak time. Interestingly in American Samoa these little birds are found only on Tutuila being entirely absent from all of the Manu’a Islands and the atolls.

The wattled honeyeater is a comparable giant next to the cardinal honeyeater. They measure 19cm, and their fearless and aggressive nature makes them less wary than many other forest birds. Primarily nectivorous, the wattled honeyeater is also known to include soft fruits and berries in its diet. It is also more likely to include insects and spiders into its diet and because of its larger size is even able to occasionally capture small geckos and skinks (lizards). Favorite nectar gardens are jealously guarded, especially from the introduced red-vented bulbuls, which have become the wattled honeyeaters nemesis. The wattled honeyeaters’ aggressiveness and size are very useful as it allows them to drive off other larger birds especially around nest, including the introduced mynas and bulbuls. These fearless birds are also helpful to others as they sound the alarm call at the first sight of danger especially if a barn owl, their main predator, is sighted.

Males and females are both olive-green with a large yellow patch of bare skin under the eye. Their nest is strung underneath horizontally forked branches and is made of fine grass stalks, vine tendrils, rootlets, and spider silk. Usually only a single egg is laid during the summer months. It is reddish-brown with dark speckles. Both parents rear the offspring for a considerable time. This bird is endemic to the region (western Polynesia and Fiji) and it is our most familiar native bird.

Friday, July 27, 2007

Geckos


Not all of our household/ neighborhood animals are as troublesome as the chickens. Some are downright wonderful. These are the geckos, little lizards that scurry up walls and across ceilings. The geckos are as useful and unobtrusive as the roosters are frustrating and obnoxious.

You see the geckos are the number one predator of night flying insects. They are nature’s mosquito assassins. They actually will eat a variety of nocturnal bugs including: beetles, flies, mosquitoes and moths. Just the other day I happened to look out the kitchen window as I was filling my cup at the sink for some tea. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a gecko slowly creeping across the outside of the window. He was silently stalking a moth a few inches away. Then, suddenly, he rushed forward and snapped up the moth. A few bites later and the gecko could be seen cleaning off its eyes from debris of the attack. Geckos actually have rather long tongues just for the purpose. It looks rather like a cartoon animal licking their lips only they extend the tongue out past their lips and carefully wipe their eyes clean.

We have 5 types of geckos in American Samoa. All of which are small, 2-7 inch lizards which have an amazing ability to climb up vertical and horizontal surfaces. There is almost nothing that these helpful little reptiles can’t climb. While their ability to climb up seemingly smooth glass is rather remarkable, it is their agility on ceilings which I am impressed by. As they run across a ceiling in pursuit of prey they will sometimes lunge towards their would-be meal. In this act they seem to defy gravity as they move forward along the ceiling rather than falling to the floor.

The secret to their amazing climbing is not little suction-cups as is often believed. Instead it is actually thousands of microscopic hair-like hooks along the bottoms of their toes. So their toes are more akin to Velcro than suction-cups. These hooks are so tiny that they actually grab onto tiny imperfections in the surface they are climbing, making things as seemingly smooth as glass easily grabbed.

What is really great, at least at our house, is that they find their way into the house, eat the bugs, and then find their own way back out! So for us it is always a welcome sight when a gecko is seen streaking past. The mini army that hangs out on our porch outside the front door is always welcome too.

So geckos are the wonder animal right? Well, they do bark. Bark? Yes bark. Their mating calls are a quiet chirp-like noise. Some sound rather like a telephone ring, while others sound like a tiny dog yelping. They are so quiet and infrequent that they are not the obtrusive nuisance that some “other” animals are. All in all, they are wonderful little mosquito eating machines, and we are happy about having them around.

-Paul

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Camping on Mt. Alava

We’ve been talking about backpacking on the island for awhile now. It is one of our favorite activities and it has been missing in our tropical life. We left most of our gear behind in Michigan, but were able to borrow what we needed. Our friend Markus joined us (unfortunately, sans Liz, as she was sick) and two bat researchers from Hawaii, Adam and Susannah. We loaded up our gear and headed out for the summit of Mount Alava. It is a 3.6 mile trek along a ridgeline to the top of the mountain. The trail is gorgeous with solid jungle on one side and panoramic views of the Pacific off to the other. Everywhere you look there is green, with the exception of the flowers (to the right is a native orchid). The whole trail is great for bird watching. We saw cardinal and wattled honeyeaters, mynas, Polynesian starlings, swiftlets, tropicbirds, and fairy terns. We heard doves, but did not get to see them. I really want to see a many-colored fruit dove at some point. The view from the top of Mt. Alava is stunning (the picture banner across the top of our blog was taken here). The National Park has a fale at the top of the mountain, where we pitched our tents. There is now a notebook for visitors to sign and I was surprised to see how many people have been on the top of Mt. Alava in the last six months. Hopefully, my parents can add their names next week! After a bit of a rest (and Emma asking multiple times when dinner was going to be ready), we cooked some food. It never ceases to amaze me how tasty everyday food is when cooked outdoors after a long hike. With the little day light we had left, we played Scrabble and cards. It was cloudy out so the sunset and star gazing were a bit disappointing, but we did see some cool views of the “greater” Pago Pago area at night. It almost made me feel like I was looking down on a big metropolis. As expected, the mosquitoes became unbearable as night set in so we called it an early night and crawled into our tents.
Before going to sleep, the bat researchers asked if anyone wanted to join them on their morning jaunt to look for a bat roost. Given that it involved a 6 a.m. wake-up call and that I had already seen bat roosts, I opted out. Emma, however, was quite excited to join Adam and Susannah. The alarm went off the next morning and without any encouragement, Emma got up, got herself dressed, ate a granola bar, and grabbed her backpack. They ended up seeing 14 flying foxes and Emma was quite excited that her name was added to the researchers' observation sheets. Emma, our little bat researcher, came back a couple hours later filled with excitement.

After tramping around all morning as a research assistant, we hoped that Emma would have enough energy for the hike back down the mountain. You would think that going down the mountain would be all downhill, but the ridgeline trail is a series of ups and downs. We were all tired and everytime we thought we had climbed our last hill, another one appeared.

The highlight of our hike was seeing several white-tailed tropicbirds fly right over our heads. They had a nest in a tree overhead that they were going in and out of. I had never seen one of these birds so close before. It is amazing to watch them glide out over the jungle with their long tails streaming behind.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Little Red Rooster

I'm a little red rooster, too lazy to crow for days
Just a little red rooster, too lazy to crow for days
Keep everything in the barnyard people, upset in every way
-Grateful Dead

The members of the Grateful Dead obviously never lived in the South Pacific. I have yet to meet a rooster too lazy to crow. Next to our house is a vacant lot, which in Samoa has a very different meaning than it does in the real world. Here a vacant lot is typically in the process of being reclaimed by nature, quickly. Our vacant lot has many coconut palms, papaya, and bananas. Within this neighborhood “jungle” lives a rooster. It is hard to say if this is a domesticated chicken or a red jungle fowl, but with all the interbreeding it is likely somewhere in-between.

As a child I had always learned that roosters crow around sunrise and wake the farmer for the day’s chores….in the Midwest this may be true, but sadly here in Samoa that is most certainly untrue. Another childhood perception abolished. So the next thing you must be wondering is “What time do they crow then?”

4 a.m.!

The sun is not up at 4 am. No, here in Samoa 4 am is in fact, the middle of the night. Someone really needs to explain this horrible error to these damn roosters. And yes I meant roosters. You see, the one that lives outside my window crows to all his neighborhood buddies, who in turn “cock-a-doodle-doo” incessantly for around an hour and a half. Just long enough to ruin a night’s sleep and not give you enough time to fall back asleep before getting up to go to work.

I can’t of course bring myself to just wantonly kill the rooster. I haven’t lived on the island long enough to have lost all my respect for animal life (though the dogs are trying my patience). So I just periodically lob a well placed rock or shell towards the rooster in an attempt to dent its head. Sadly, this just shuts it up for 10 minutes and then emboldened by its brush with death, it crows all the louder.

Now don’t be misled. The roosters do not only crow at 4 am. No, these obnoxious little creatures go on at seemingly random intervals around the clock. When do they sleep? Honestly, does anyone know? I want to set my alarm and get up and annoy the shit out of the roosters for a change.

But I turned the tide of the war the other day….

So I was heading to work and as I turned the corner onto the main road, what do I see but the biggest fattest rooster standing in the middle of the road. Floor it and kill the bastard…. No, as I said I just can’t wantonly kill one even as obnoxious as they are. After all they are just being roosters and doing what roosters have always done. So what did I do? I kept driving, all the time mumbling to myself… “get out of the road stupid chicken. I am not stopping for you. Get out of the way…”. So as I near the rooster, what does it do? Does it get out of the way? Run across the road as the oft told joke says? No! The stupid rooster stretches to its full height and “Cock-a-doodl”- Thud. As I looked into the rear view mirror I felt pretty bad that I had just killed an animal. Then it occurred to me I had simply fed a dog. And dogs have a right to eat too. Justified in my grand act of saving a dog from the wretched starvation they typically endure I merrily continued on my way to work. So I looked into the rear-view mirror one last time, only this time to see some random old Samoan woman stooping down to collect the chicken. Well, it wasn’t going to get wasted.

I regularly see coconuts falling from the trees in my next-door vacant lot. It is my sincerest desire that the rooster which lives there will someday be standing underneath as one plummets out of the sky. “The sky is falling. The sky is falling.”- Thud.

Damn chickens, why do they taste so good?

-Paul (with photo of our rooster by Emma Brown)