I didn’t want to go far yesterday.
My shots were all taken in the precinct of Sladden Park in Petone, beside the Hutt River. If you have been reading this blog for a while, you may recall the burning of the old Hutt Memorial College. I don’t recall reading any news of an arrest for that very obvious arson. Since then the remains have been demolished and construction of a large retirement complex is under way. The cranes looming over the trees reminded of a herd of giraffes looking for fresh foliage, or perhaps that scene from the movie Jurassic Park when the scientists first lay eyes on the browsing Diplodocus.
I pushed through the trees that separate the cricket pitch from the river bank and found a stranded tree in the river being used as a roost by a flock of royal spoonbills. As I watched, a large spoonbill came flying in and claimed the top spot from another bird that had dared to occupy it. There was no “excuse-me”, but a direct landing into the already occupied perch. Boom! The displaced bird hopped down onto a lower branch.
However, the late arrival had not yet finished and pursued his enemy, snapping at his legs with that remarkable bill. Given the vast area of the bill I can’t imagine it exerts a lot of pressure, but it looked and sounded frightening. The rash intruder flew off into the distance.
A heavy rumble and the blast of a whistle announced the arrival of a log train onto the iron rail bridge at Moera. The pine logs would be bound for the port and thence for export to China.
A new day tomorrow.