We had some tiny stowaways when we came back from Christchurch.
Both Mary and I had some form of viral affliction. In my case, perhaps it was just the common cold, but Mary who is the most resilient person I know, was laid low. Thus I stayed close to home yesterday. The Hikoikoi reserve at the Hutt River estuary is a good fall-back place if the water is still. At various places around New Zealand, there are “Pou whenua“, roughly equivalent to a totem pole, these carved wooden poles celebrate the relationship between the tangata whenua (the local people of the land) and the area in which the pou stands. The maritime or coastal equivalent is a pou tangaroa, though there seem to be far fewer of them. I am not absolutely sure that this is indeed a pou tangaroa, or merely a random carving but it’s Maori Language week here in New Zealand so I thought it worth the little exploration.
From the breakwater, I saw an old friend, the Maree K. You may recall that I have featured her on many previous occasions. She spent over a year washed up on the breakwater, and if you look at the diagonal stain on her transom, you can see where she sat in the water.
Near the Petone wharf, there is a set of piles that stabilise a stormwater drain leading into the sea. A gull on the left and a shag on the right are an oddly matched pair of sentinels.
At the gates of the Petone Wharf, a cluster of red-billed gulls were squabbling about perch ranking order, and each new arrival bumped some previous occupant from the perch.
That’s all for now.