Bright sunshine streams in my window.
It was not like this yesterday. In fact it briefly crossed my mind that we might be in for a repeat of the previous week’s deluge. Fortunately, it was less severe than that. It was just wet. And so I went into town for lunch with a friend, postponed from the preceding week. Afterwards, I came home via a trip up SH1 to Plimmerton and across Grey’s Road to Pauatahanui.
A brief diversion to Motukaraka Point allowed me to see three kingfishers perched in their favourite tree. While I was there, though it was high tide, none of them dived, and one by one they flew elsewhere. As is usually the case I was unable to wait around in the hope of their return so I moved on.
Across the water, the upper slopes of Whitby were wreathed in cloud and rain. It has a beauty of its own.
Back at home, I was aware of a heavy thrashing sound typical of the clumsy landing of a New Zealand native pigeon. It had landed in the miniature kowhai bush near the front door. A stealth approach allowed me to see the top of its head as it nibbled on the upper shoots of the shrub. The weight of the bird is such that it can’t perch on top and it needs the heavier branches lower down. I tip-toed inside and went upstairs and opened the window as quietly as possible, to look down on the bird as it systematically harvested the new growth. I love the irridescent plumage.
I had better go and capture this sunshine.