At Pauatahanui, the water was not still.
The birds were hard to find, so I drove off. And then I stopped because there was a proliferation of rabbits on the grass by the shore on the Western side of Motukaraka Point. If you are of an anthropomorphic turn of mind, you might imagine a conversation between the rabbit above, and the song thrush, perhaps discussing the quality of Mr McGregor’s latest crop of carrots.
The thrush sat on a pipe gate for a while and that allowed me to get closer.
There must have been at least a dozen rabbits on a very small patch of grass, reeds and bracken, and though they were nervous they did not vanish as quickly as they have done on previous occasions.
That will be enough today.
- Beatrix Potter (1866 – 1943)
- Thanks to my friends Judi and Neil who noticed the weird green cast on the pictures … now corrected