The sun came back towards the end of yesterday.
For sanity’s sake, I went out to make some pictures. The conditions tended to favour Pauatahanui, I thought. I was shocked when I got there, to find the pond nearest the Gray’s Road entrance was a parched expanse of cracked mud.
A solitary white-faced heron was sitting disconsolately wondering where the water had gone.
I went round the track to the hide, and sat inside for a while, enjoying the cool breeze through the ports and wondering like heron, why these tidally refreshed ponds were so short of sea water. However, I think I saw a juvenile pied stilt, almost certainly one of those that was a fluffy ball of grey fluff in December.
I survived the day.
*”Cool Water” by Bob Nolan