It’s always nice to welcome our elder daughter and son-in-law home from Melbourne.
They are in town to celebrate a momentous birthday on Mark’s family’s side. Mary and I went to the airport to collect them, but got out there too early, so rather than incur a parking bill sat and gazed at the view across Lyall Bay. The area seems to be a nursery area for Black-backed gulls (Larus dominicanus). There were a lot of immature birds soaring and swooping around the rocks at the Western end of the bay.
Of course they weren’t the only low flyers in the area, and there was a steady stream of mostly domestic flights arriving into the stiff Northerly breeze. It intrigues me that almost the entire passenger fleet of domestic jets is now the ubiquitous Airbus A320 which seems to have supplanted the once universal B737. The only Boeings arriving at Wellington now belong to Qantas, Virgin Australia or Fiji Airways.
We spent a somnolent half hour in the area and the gulls kept up their wave-riding antics, sometimes coming very close to the car.
There is a replica of the Easter Island Moai at the Western end of the bay, gifted by the people of Chile. It sits and watches as ships, planes, surfers and birds come and go, but it says not a word.
And that’s all I have today.