I may be too old to gambol, but spring is here, no matter what the calendar says.
Lambs and daffodils abound, and gardens are just full of the good news. In fact, the lovely state of the botanic gardens is such that I heard comment about it on the morning news. Now where shall I go today? I know! I’ll go to the botanic gardens! Glad I thought of it.
Though I suspect the best is yet to come, the magnolias, camellias and azaleas are putting on a great display.
Wellington has always been blessed with a particularly expert department of parks and gardens. So was Lower Hutt until budgets got in the way and almost all of its wonderful civic gardens have been turned into bland lawns. Anyway, the botanic gardens are superb, and I was particularly taken with the splendour of the magnolias.
From there I went home via SH1 and over the Haywards. By some strange accident of fate this took me past the Pauatahanui inlet where I could practice my rusty kingfisher skills.
As I have been discussing with my photographic co-conspirators, catching kingfishers actually doing things needs practice and they are really fast.
The image above is a tiny fragment of a full-sized image hence all the digital noise, but it catches the bird in a vertical dive with the tip of its beak already in the water.
Next it emerges from the depths like a Poseidon missile, but with a crab in the beak.
It takes a second or two to reorient itself as it flies off and this one had to do a sharp u-turn to get back to the perch where the crab was consumed.
So endeth the 600th edition of this blog. See you tomorrow.