A Question of Kiwis
So! I’ve seen the beauty – the magisterial beauties – of South Island and the Fjordland and all that it has to offer and now I’m back up here in the North, this time to see kiwis whereas the whole point of coming to New Zealand was to see the kakapo - that’s what Douglas and Mark wrote about - but Mark’s deciding to be like Yoda, and he won’t let his pupil anywhere near the final prize until he’s undergone through all these strange initiation rites that seem to involve going to see every small and unremarkable animal in the entire Southern hemisphere…that’s probably somewhat unfair, they are quite remarkable, certainly really pleased today that we managed to see that little kiwi – I suppose it is the symbol and it’s fair to see that. What I’ve got now is I think some idea at least of how and why New Zealand is such a unique habitat. It’s this extraordinary sense of millions of year of separate evolution that by chance happened to have no mammals, and these birds quite sensibly at the time lost the need to fly and to be afraid. Uh – little did they know that in thousands of years time a tall Englishman would disturb their peace and if only they had evolved for that, ay! Hmm!
More to come...