When it’s calm I have to seize the opportunity.
At Pauatahanui, I went looking and saw little of interest. I turned round at Motukaraka and was heading back when I saw what looked like an umbrella handle sticking up out of the sun-bleached grass. It was a white-faced heron, but though it kept a wary eye on me, it seemed to tolerate my presence reasonably well. I got onto the walkway and then lay prone so as to shoot across the grass.
In the afternoon I headed down the Wainuiomata Coast Road where the pastures were desiccated. Thought I feel for the farmers whose business is at risk, I have to say that the landscape is picturesque in these conditions.
At the Rimutaka State Forest Park, in the Catchpool Valley, I encountered an oddity for a bush setting … a black shag was enjoying the warmth of the stones at the edge of the Catchpool stream. It was more skittish than the heron and departed quickly.
It left me with undisturbed possession of a peaceful reflective pool in a beautiful piece of bush.
That will do for today.