Somehow I woke early yesterday.
At first sight, the day was drab, but a closer look to the North East revealed a lovely layered look to the various hills leading up to the South wall of the Tararuas.
In the afternoon, I was around the Miramar Peninsula and encountered a Little Black Shag. It was preening itself and I managed to creep closer than usual. I liked the small white feather perched on its nose.
At Scorching Bay, there is a rock outcrop which is a regular haunt of the white-fronted tern when they are in that area. Yesterday there was a moderate sized flock, all weather-cocked into the wind. They certainly leave their mark.
As I tip-toed around the beach, I tried not to disturb the pied oystercatcher which was browsing along the water’s edge. It was wary and shuffled off into the distance.
Enough for today