There’s a stream running through the campground here in Paekakariki, and before the crazy torrential rain of the past few days, there were a bunch of eels who would just hang out at a curve, waiting for leftovers, or a small child to come down for a chat. I wonder where they are now.
An inquisitive bird, the Kea is known for stealing and dismantling anything it can get it’s cheeky beak on, including the rubber from around windscreens and the lining from running shoes. Note to the wise: for your own safety, don’t leave your luggage unattended.
The world just wears me down sometimes. Do you get that too?
My knowledge of squids pales in comparison to my 4 year-old son’s. He is quite right in pointing out the tentacles are far too long and squiggly and I’ve drawn the arrowey tail all wrong. I am one up on him in the self-regulation stakes though, not having a complete melt-down that I can’t rub … Continue reading Day 43: Colossal
This guy looks like such a bandit in my bird book, with his masked eyes. I think he’d take off with the family silver, given half a chance.
Summer is the perfect time for insect examination. We have our big magnifying glass always at the ready, and the boys are mastering the art of the patient finger, enjoying the tickle of tiny legs on tiny hands.
