Easter is For Kite Flying...

This weekend we went to a hat party. The party was a fundraiser for the Mariners Rugby Club. While we both decided that we would not be joining the rugby club, we did meet some nice people that gave us other ideas of what is fun on the island.

We went for a stroll on Warwick Long Bay this weekend. The sand was pink. While I had been told that the sand is pink in Bermuda, Warwick Long Bay Beach was the first beach where I could really see the pink in the sand. According to an article by Keith Archibald Forbes, "Beaches begin with tiny single-celled animals, Foraminifera, in particular, homotrema rubrum - or forams - dark red skeletal animals that grow profusely on the underside of Bermuda's coral reefs. When the red forms die, the skeletons plummet to the ocean floor. Wave action erodes the forams. They become mixed with other debris on the seabed such as the white shells of clams, snails and sea urchins. It is at that time that Bermuda's white sand takes on its characteristic pink hue." The beach was beautiful and I am told that many locals go there and it doesn't get crazy busy in the summer like some of the other beaches. The attached picture was from the beach.

Limerick and I have been continuing our walks. Today the roosters and hens were out in full force. While Limerick has always been intrigued by them, today was quite the spectacle. The birds usually hang out in a field below the trail. Since someone was mowing the grass in the field, they were hanging out on the railway trail. Well if you can picture this, I was trying to take pictures of the hens and their babies. They had at least 10-12 babies each and they were so cute. In my effort for a photo opportunity, Limerick stuck her nose a little to close and the hen was not happy. She ballooned up twice her size and chased us a good ways down the trail. We will be staying away. For anyone that went to Iowa State, it reminded me of being chased by Sir Lancelot and Elaine!

Everyone around Bermuda has been making their kites for Good Friday. It is tradition to fly kites at Horseshoe Bay in the afternoon of Good Friday. People make intricate kites or you can buy them at about any store in town. Yesterday we even saw someone selling kites with Obama's face painted on them. While I was tempted, this year Ryan and I will not be the two white Americans flying Obama kites on the beach. We actually haven't bought a kite yet, but will go down to the beach to see it all.

I am still staining our patio table and six chairs. We bought high quality marine stain and have given it three coats in order to protect it from the salt, wind, and rain on the island. What a pain it has been, but it looks great and will hopefully hold up through the elements.

Until next time...