Steady rain is not conducive to photography.
The valley was grey and draped with tendrils of mist or low cloud. What could I do to keep the faith?
I contemplated what the conditions would be like out at Pauatahanui and thought about kingfishers diving into still grey water, the surface stippled with raindrops. Execution turned out to be more difficult than in my imagination. The kingfishers were there, but getting to a place where I had a clear view of them hitting the water scared them off.
I stood on the edge of the zone, and saw a small group of spur-winged plovers (Vanellus miles). They were nervous and ready to depart at any sudden movement. The water was as I imagined and I shall try this again. I am sure there is much more rain to come.
I got back in the car and waited for Mary to return from her walk (and you thought photographers were mad).
A sudden thunder of wings alerted me to the arrival of a significant flock of little black shags (Phalacrocorax sulcirostris). By my count there were at least sixty of them and they seemed to be following a shoal of fish, perhaps even herding them into a bay where they had a great time.
They would settle on the water and dive repeatedly for a minute or so and then the whole flock would take to the air and descend fifty metres further on. Everyone was having a great time, except the fish.
The weather is mixed today. Let’s see what it brings.