It’s a self-inflicted injury.
When I go out hoping to find something to take a picture of, the result are almost invariably qualitatively worse than if I had gone out with a plan. It drives me nuts. I went wandering yesterday, and took the well-worn path to Pauatahanui. A group of somnolent Royal Spoonbills were huddled against the wind on one of the islands in the pond on the reserve. No excitement here.
On Motukaraka point, a white-faced heron was picking its way delicately through the waves in search of a crab dinner.
On the way home, through Judgeford, I noted that the old farm shed that was due to be demolished back in December, lingers on. With the roofing iron and wall cladding gone, it seems to be losing the battle with time, piece by piece.
Nothing more to say today.