News n Views
Well, this must be some kind of a record for me since my last blog.
I have had to put my camera down, force myself to stay at home, turn the heater on and upgrade my image gallery.
With the bulk of my gallery done now while being able to hang onto most of my sanity, I now have time to continue writing so where were we?
Part 4 of the great southern Rock Wren trip
In search of the Yellowhead or mohua.
In my last blog, we, Steve and I were in Hasst, a small town at the southernmost end of the west coast road of the South Island.
With no way to head further south, we turned east, away from the sea and the heavy rain-sodden bush covered mountains, up through the Haast Pass into the open tussock lands of the Otago region.
All the time hoping the rain that had dogged us thus far on our trip will be left sulking behind us on the coast.
We made our way up through the high silver beech forest stopping every now and again to see what birdlife would grace us with its presence.
We were heading to a spot we were told was where we would get our best chance at photographing the now most wanted bird on THE HIT LIST, the Yellow Head or mohua.
We reached a carpark just outside Makaroa. This place held a great deal of promise as right bang smack on the sign at the beginning of a bush track we had been planning to walk was a picture along with information about the conservation efforts and distribution of our intended target.
Yes sir this look like we had the right place all right.
Lunch was gobbled up eagerly in the wagon as the rain although still, our constant companion had now become a pathetic drizzle, a poor effort after what we had been subject to the last few days.
As we sat in the wagon we saw many birds going about their daily life outside, so clikerty click went the 1 DX
Soon the anticipation became unbearable and to remain inside the wagon was torture, so we spilled out onto the wet ground, donned some wet weather gear and headed off up the track full of excitement.
It looked a grand place for the tītipounamu or New Zealand Rifleman and so it proved to be.
Within minutes we had our first customers.
However, no amount of praying and wishful thinking could make a Yellowhead appear so reluctantly we had to head up Lake Wanaka up through the pass to Lake Hawea and our camping ground for the next few days.
At last, the Sun had broken through as the clouds rolled away for the first time on this trip. After pitching my little tent, filling it up with my sleeping bag, stretcher and other creature comforts I lovingly placed my favourite teddy bear on my pillow to cuddle later and made my way down to the lake next to the camping site to take in the view.
Well the new dawn, dawned and I crawled out of my tent before giving Teddy strict instructions to stay close to the tent and not stray all over the countryside terrorising the locals.
Steve was still in the land of nod in the comfort of the cruiser so I opened his door roused him and we were off for a new adventure quest for the Yellow Head.
Today was the day, we felt confident with the whole day up our sleeve to explore, it was crisp and cool as we took off up the same track we walked the day before. We had the whole day ahead of us and the sun penetrated the bush with splashes and bright beams of light, it was simply a joy to be part of it.
As we glided through the bush we met the usual suspects.
We even saw a few pīpipi the Brown Creeper but alas no Yellow heads.
Round and round we walked all day long but those Yellow Heads must have had business in some other part of the forest cause we done never saw nothing, not even a peep from them.
We had a date with another place the next day so it was back to the camping ground but not before we quoted the terminator, We would be back.
I came back to find Teddy looking innocent and no evidence of mayhem having broken out in the camping ground, so it was time to hit the sack and think of the next part of our trip. The Nevis Valley, a place neither of us has visited before so with an early start planned for the next day I said goodnight to Teddy and let sleep overcome me.
The next day found us at the gate of the Nevis Valley track.
Going by the number of warnings posted all around the gate I was a little apprehensive but through the gate, we went heading up into the tussocks lands and the distant sky.
Yes, sir, we will be back in search of the Yellowhead or the mohua the Good Lord willing.