Stand in the Hawaiian cloudforest and close your eyes. The whirrr whirrr whirr of ʻapapane wings above you is a signature sound of the native forest. These striking red, black, and white birds (Himatione sanguinea) are constantly on the move, seeking the nectar of ʻōhiʻa lehua flowers. Small flocks work the canopy, restless and determined. A side development of this continual travel among the blossoms is that this is one of the most important pollinators of the native forest. ʻApapane chatter fills the trees all day, although the hour before sunset seems to swell the chorus. In the Hawaiian creation chant, The Kumulipo, the ʻapapane was one of the first beings born into the world.
The mosquito, capable of carrying deadly diseases between birds, arrived as larvae in the water barrels of whalers stopping over in Hawaiʻi in the early 1800s. Its arrival coincided with the introduction of birds (and their diseases) from all over the world by the new, primarily Western, arrivals to the islands, and once established contributed to a perfect storm of Hawaiian bird extinctions. To experience our forest birds now, you must climb the slopes of the volcanoes to pass through the bellies of the lowest clouds at about 4,000 to 5,000 feet above sea level. There, you may be treated to the sights and sounds of some of these most precious residents of the Hawaiian archipelago.
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