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Whenua Hou, February-March 2005

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  • Monday, 18 April 2005

  • Tuesday, 29 March 2005

    • Forest

      Taken Friday, 25 March 2005


      Whenua Hou is a low island rising to barely 280 metres. It looks rather like a cake that forgot to rise. The tops are however distinctly windswept by the prevailing WNW winds. The valleys are dominated by Hall's totara, rimu, kamahi, and miro, while higher slopes are predominantly rata and muttonbird scrub.  
    • Sinbad

      This is a video I captured of Sinbad, the kakapo. Sinbad was born in 1998 as the son of Richard Henry, the only surviving Fiordland kakapo. Sinbad was hand-reared and is a little too unafraid of humans (most kakapo will retreat when people are around). During breeding seasons, male kakapo will attempt to mate with pretty much anything in proximity, including seabirds, snarks (the kakapo recording devices), jerseys, or (in the case of tamer birds) legs. They are very intelligent, curious birds, with strikingly long claws. 

      You can read more about Sinbad here.

  • Monday, 14 March 2005

    • Various unrelated remarks

      The kakapo on the northwestern side of Whenua Hou have been doing everything slightly later than the birds on the southeastern side: booming was later, signs of mating, and now nesting. Along with Alice's, Two more nests (Sarah and Suzanne) have been found on the northwest, with promises of more to come. More information at the Kakapo Recovery site. That's where I'm getting my updates now since I can no longer see the chart of eggs on the hut fridge.

      In completely different news, Aimee Mann is releasing a new album soon. The cover art features boxers, which is interesting as Aimee is a pugilist herself, unlikely as that may seem.

      I feel rather like a squeezed lemon. Nothing I ate yesterday stayed eaten. I haven't dared to try eating anything today yet.

      On Whenua Hou, with a diet of muesli bars, chocolate biscuits, and chocolate, I still lost another 3kg. I guess it was all the walking.

      Summer is refusing to leave Christchurch: we're having lovely blue days.

  • Friday, 11 March 2005

    • And now back to our regular programme...

      Real life eh? Even though it's only a city of modest proportions, returning to Christchurch is like plugging back into the Matrix. 2km/h is the standard trudging-through-mud pace on Whenua Hou, so the 7+ hours drive home overnight was a strange speed contrast. I passed through Dunedin at midnight, did some shopping, and saw students hanging around outside pubs. By 4am there were only trucks and me on the road. It's really quite pleasant. Somewhere near Oamaru, I think I encountered a house on the road. My snoozing brain suggested I pull over and let it pass. But then by the time I reached Ashburton at 5, the world was waking up: I saw cyclists, and the first cars pulling out of driveways. I arrived at home at 6 to see both my neighbours leaving for work. Then I spent the rest of yesterday sleeping and washing mud off things.

      And here I am, all clean and employed. Despite having spent no money at all for two weeks I see my bank account is almost empty, which makes me think I have too many automatic payments. And there's a pile of unanswered mail, bills, and email. It all makes me think my life is a little too complicated.

      Oh yes, and more kakapo news: a new nest (Lisa) was found the day I left, along with promising signs for another.

  • Wednesday, 9 March 2005

    • Leaving Whenua Hou

      This morning on the way back from nest minding I met that penguin again. This time it was on the boardwalk, and displaying a clear preference for it, ambling ahead of me at a typical penguin-dawdle. I had to step off the track and scramble through the boggy undergrowth to overtake it. Don Merton, conservation superhero, arrived today on the helicopter I departed on. This is his last field trip before retiring. I got to shake his hand at least. As I drove out of Invercargill, I realised this trip is the most worthwhile thing I've ever done.

      It's a balmy evening here at Lake Waihola. I can't see a thing but I can hear swans on the water.

  • Tuesday, 8 March 2005

    • Flossie

      Flossie is sitting on 60% of the world's fertile kakapo eggs — that's three eggs. Several times she has stretched and inadvertantly kicked an egg across the nest cavity. Sometimes she shivers with her feathers fluffed up — no one knows what purpose this serves. Often, she puts her big whiskery face in the camera lens, as if she's onto us! Currently, she's preening.
    • Flooded forest

      More overnight rain meant Sue stayed on her nest. Someone will be back tonight to try again. The valley floor is flooded, and today I met a yellow-eyed penguin about 500m inland. This is my last night on the beach. A flock of several hundred petrels is feeding offshore, and penguins are calling from the tops of the dunes. There's a distinctly autumnal chill to the breeze that whips sand along the beach.
  • Monday, 7 March 2005

    • Last night at Sue's

      After heavy rain, the tracks here are channels of mud. It's a long walk up to Sue's and I kept repeating the name of one of the other tracks: Far Canal. Sue's eggs proved to be infertile, so they were removed. There's little sadder than watching one of the world's rarest birds carefully turning a plastic egg. When she leaves tonight to feed, I'll be sealing her nest off with canvas and locking her out.
  • Friday, 4 March 2005

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