After Waimea Canyon we went to a restaurant lodge place and I bought some chicken feed.
Things got a little out of hand as more and more chickens came out from all over the place.
I was a little frightened but it reminded me of my favorite song from Mary Poppins "Feed the Birds."
Afterwards Brett and I ate delicious homemade cornbread soaked in butter.
We then realized that cornbread and windy roads isn't such a great idea and I proceeded to gag the whole way back.
Favorite soundbyte of Brett's "The butter from the cornbread dripped on my shorts in the shape of the Hawaiian islands."