I heard rumours of a white heron.
I went down to the stream where a sighting of “George” had been reported. Alas, no George. There were, however a pair of white-faced herons engaged in what could either be courtship or combat overhead.
Near the stream, a pohutukawa was in bloom. Most pohutukawa do their thing in the latter half of December, so this was an early harbinger of summer to come.
In case George had returned to familiar haunts, I crossed the road and went to the boatsheds at the Hikoikoi reserve. Alas, no white heron, but I found what looks like a sparrow tree with a heavy crop, ready for harvest.
Mary and I were finishing our dinner in the evening when she glanced out of the window. “The light is perfect,” she said, “go!” I always knew I had found the perfect wife. Stillness and a rosy haze at Petone beach gave me some interesting shots.
At the Western end of the beach, the shadows were getting deeper, and the light more dramatic. By the time I got home, the dishes were done. She is a keeper!
That’s all for today.