Yesterday I visited a friend in the upper valley.
On the way home, I diverted by way of
Heretaunga Trentham Memorial Park. In the middle of the park is Barton’s bush, a lovely dense patch of native trees. The only downside to me was that all the paths were fenced off so that you couldn’t enter the bush itself. It’s just not the New Zealand way to put fences around public bush, and is as alien here as a “keep off the grass” sign. Ugh!
Despite my dislike for the fences, there is some healthy bush and it was otherwise a pleasure to wander through.
On the Western side of the bush, there is the stop bank which separates the affluent housing nearby from the river when it shows sign of flooding. The open land on either side of the bank is well used for all kinds of recreation as makes a pleasant landscape in its own right.
My last shot in this, the 999th edition of this blog, is of a bird that baffled me. Eventually I received advice that it is simply a blackbird with leucism, or a lack of pigmentation. Well I thought it was interesting
That’s all for now.