I mentioned a day or two back that the pond at Pauatahanui had dried up.
It is something to do with some lower than usual tides, apparently. There is some sort of tidal flap that retains water in the pond even as the tide goes out. As I got there yesterday, a thin film of water was creeping across the mud. Air was bubbling from the crab holes and you could almost hear a sigh of relief from the reeds.
The Stilts were still eager to ensure that I didn’t come to close and they began a series of low passes intended to intimidate me. Their swoops were a bit half-hearted. A magpie or a falcon would draw blood. These remained a good seven or eight metres above me, but they looked fierce.
A loud squawking was also intended to register a protest vote, but to be honest, the stilt is normally such a delicate looking bird it is hard to take them seriously as a threat.
After a few passes, they alighted on the edge of the newly inundated pond and sulked.