(Rautoanui Pass, Raiatea, Society Islands, French Polynesia)
Today was filled with a cornucopia of necessities, manoeuvres, and good times. We loaded up on fuel and food in the town of Uturoa. We moved Oceanna around the north end of Raiatea to post up along a western facing pass which has been endowed with two mirror surf breaks. And finally, we had a beach bonfire on a nearby, reef-enclosed spit of land, which abruptly ended when a sudden downpour of rain sent us crashing Marie into shallow coral heads as we made our way for Oceanna, where John Lee, Annette and Tui were meeting us for drier drinks.
All this, yet my mind was occupied with questions of a more fowl variety. I wondered today if, whenever it is we move back to Canada, I’ll miss the everyday, all-day long crowing of roosters? Will I miss the continuous reminder of the childhood joke “Why did the chicken cross the road?”. Will I miss the sight of a mother hen leading her rough-and-tumble queue of fuzzy, balls of feathers to relative safety as I pass by on my morning runs? Will I ever answer the question of who all these domestic birds belong to, and just how – really how?! – do they keep them all in check? And finally, will all these questions and pleasant, poultry memories leave me with an empty hole that can only be filled with my own barnyard, feathered friends?