Shakespeare knew not these Southern rains.
In his native land, the rain is often soft. Here in New Zealand the rain can beat you up. It is unkind to delicate electronic equipment. For this reason, I have a storm jacket for my camera and can still get out and about in wet weather. I began at Hikoikoi reserve because as I drove past I spotted a group of royal spoonbills. If you look closely at the rusty colour of their breast plumage, it is breeding season so there is a lot of the avian equivalent of testosterone about . The duck has been given its marching orders and is beating a diplomatic retreat.
I ended up at Pauatahanui where, if anything, it was raining harder. The track to the Southern hide was dripping and I had little hop of seeing anything useful, so I fired off a shot of some lichen on the bushes. One piece of lore about lichen is that it grows best where the air is clean. There is a lot of lichen in the reserve.
From the hide, there was little to be seen except some ducks huddled on the stony sandbank, waiting for the weather to pass. I liked the way they merge so well with the colours of the stones.
On my way back to the car, there was a pied shag perched on a branch beside a stream. It tolerated my presence for a while but got nervous and launched into flight. The splash on the water is from the long downstroke of its wings.
Something else tomorrow.
* William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice, Act 4, Scene 1.