Cold days in Mount Bruce

After a ( 'scuse my French) crappy week-end (sorry for my guests), this week hasn't been so bad. Actually, except the temperature, it's even a good one.
Every morning is a repetition of frosts, sometimes snow.
But the sun usually arrives quite quickly and the rat monitoring allows to enjoy it...
From the farmland where I enjoyed my peanut butter and jelly sandwich (thanks Liz for the recipie)

see you

yvan

PS: Have a look were I should be next summer, in the links on the right, section other parts of the world

PS2: I'm trying to find out the mistery of the glowing earthworms. Currently, I've picked up 9 or 10 worms from the site. Yersteday evening, going to steal a kiwi egg (to protect it against predators, and incubate it - we should have a brand new kiwi in the next seven days), I've remaked that not so many worms were glowing. I'll try to rain on mine to check if this activate them...More on the next post...

Five weeks in a bush

Today, how to hunt North Island Brown kiwis(Apteryx australis mantelii ).
First, the place: Pukaha Mount Bruce, a protected hill which aim is to allow everyone to hear again the concerto of birds which had marked the first european settlers... For this more than 100km of tracks which cross 1000ha of bush,

rainforest, alpine meadows red-pine forestsand beech-forest... To find the animal, be prepared for a weather...New-Zealander : nice day one day, snow the day after, and rain between, fog, because it's funny to changeBut whatever the time of the day, a raimbow covers the forest, which should be full of treasures...Its treasures are the animals which give to this mainland's island a look of ornithologic Noe ark : Tomtit (Petroica macrocephala) kereru (Hemiphaga novaeseelandiae) fat wood pigeon, sometines to heavy for the small branches of the canopy kaka (Nestor meridionalis) parrot cousin of the moutain dweller kea tuis (Prosthemadera novaeseelandiae) and bellbirds (Anthornis melanura) which songs are so identical that it's sometimes impossible to distinguish one from the other : tui's fault who imitates it's colleague's chimes.

Other treasures, more hidden : mosses, funghiwhich colors are sometimes quite "human"...and, to wrap the all, as a bouquet going out from the florist, ferns, hectares of ferns' leaves : tree-ferns (as kakote -Cyathea smithii- second picture), normal ferns browning in autumn, silver ferns, epiphyte ferns climbing on top of trunks,as these cicadas which moults stay caught to the tree which protected them So, to find the bird, you need either a very good sense of smell or good radiotracking tools
Nevertheless, you won't have to climb in the trees, I'm sorry, but kiwi are flightless birds, as takahe, kakapo or Campbel Island tealIn this case, be prepared to crawl into burrows dug under logs, roots or ferns, catch the feet of the bird, weigh it, touch it, take a nice picture and bring it back to its room.And that's all folks

see you

yvan

Satellite 2nd

North Island Tour : Following and end...

comments, so...
Back in June, 21st, I think...
A preview of the Pacific Ocean from the old volcano of Tauranga. From the summit the beaches of the Bay of Plenty were extending to the East and the mountains of Coromandel to the West. Something like the French West coast when you are looking to Spain, mixed with English cliffs.

We are driving to Coromandel Peninsula. Stopped on Whitianga's beach for noon and the afternoon, just enough time to contemplate the sand, pinked by remains of shells.

Sunset above Hot water beach. Unfortunaitely, we arrived too late for the low tide and didn't enjoyed the hot water springs running into the ocean. Another day, maybe...?

The following day, June 22nd, we leave to the tip of the peninsula, where we walk during a while, observing the Kauri trees, big and moving, last remainders of the primary forests which covered the North Island, before logging became the hobby of european settlers...We arrived at dusk in Auckland's suburbs' traffic jam, our spirits still fogged by the silence of the forests and the beat of the waves. Fortunaitely, Lizzie was going to spent three weeks in the Waitakere Ranges and allowed us to spent our last night in the camper-van at her boss' place, on top of one of the hills surrounding Auckland. John, the young English hitch-hiker we picked up at Thames, gave us some mussel's sausages and porridge of his own preparation. So British...

The following day, we let the camper-van leaving to the airport. Last blow of horn for what has been a funny week, at six (and then seven) in 12m² encumbered by the table, the benches, the back-packs, the suitcases, the laptops and the travellers...

Fast visit of Auckland, economic capital of NZ and asiatic metropolis. Queen Street, one of the main streets is full of restaurants and take-aways chineese, thailandese, corean, japanese, malaysian, viet-namian,indonesian...even kebabs' cookers are asiatic...We celebrated my birthday at the top floor of a tapas' bar while the waiter, little bit tipsy, offered us drinks...Nice guy

Back at our backpacker. First and last view of Auckland by nightJune, 24th, we went with the French girls to the airport. Jens, Lizzie and I, last survivors of this short trip, went back to the quiet gardens of the Auckland's museum, on the top of an extinct volcano (there are many volcanos in the whole metropolis ; this gives to the city a look of Lisboa, without the Tage).

We came back at dusk to our new back-packer, ate something and moved to the movie theatre. Back at the hostel, I cooked the crepes Lizzie was waiting for for five months and blew my "21" candle on the roof of the building... One is not 21 everyday...

Now, when I think about it, these 20years went fast, eventually...I'm not sure to have any memories of my three first years : maybe my baptism, but I think is because of this picture on which I try to inflate a balloon of goldbeater's skin (is that English?) Three years of early school at Ance, where we looked at the tiny naked swallow's chicks falling from their nest. I remenber the kiss of Coline. I remember the medical examination, euh, only the sight test where we looked at a montgolfier crossing the screen : my life was it going to be dedicated to images, or hot-air ballons ?

In Féas, I remember the old playground, at the center of the village, and the wall on the top of which we could observe the garden. The walks to Chez Lacrouts, the restaurant where the 20 children we were ate, and the gymnastic class in the council hall. I remind the smelling of the council hall and the music : Sting singing Roxane (but having understood the lyrics since, I'm not really sure it was this song) and another one, the hat's song. One year when I coupled two : the jump which made me the youngest of my class during years. Then three years with Monsieur (that's how we call our school teacher). Other memories, but too much to write now. I remember Julie's birthday, our walks with Mathieu and our exchange of fossils...

Then 4 years at Junior school while I saw leaving friends of mine, learnt the electronic resistance code and how to play guitar, and read all the books of Pennac, and La Vénus d'Ille and Le Horla. Have I too much imagination or it is normal to have cold sweats during 2 or 3 three years afetr reading this two novels?

I left the small world of Arette and its sport's classes on the hills, playing with puffballs, to Supervielle Highschool and the view on the Pyrénées from the Physics' rooms. Three years while I changed a little bit. The French classes of Mademoiselle Peyre-Lavigne and her remedial courses where I didn't have to go but where we ate good chocolate, History classes of Madame Etchart with David, and Mme Roulet's French classes with David, Biology classes with Cousti and David and sometimes Gisou, biology's assistant. Then Philosophy classes with Lisa and Mme Lachia-Boutet's Maths classes with David and our two neighbours who gave us paper folding classes. Maybe that's why I've never understood anything to probabilities...rather, I've never wanted to understand (no, it's false, I understand, I don't like, that's all). And all the books my dear French teachers and my dear guitar's teacher (God blesses you, Noel) : Italo Calvino, Erri de Luca, Maxence Fermine, Alessandro Barico, Andrei Makine and the other which I remember the stories but not the authors...

Then Pesoa and Jancar in prépa. And the fellows z'and friends : Christophe, Mitch, Orianne, Fernand et Aloys, Fabien, Dédé and Mailis, Bilou et Paps, Pap, Arthur. 3 lines for 2 years.

Toulouse, Arbus and NZ.

and during all this time papa and maman, Pierre and Benjamin, papé and mamé, papi, mamy, Simon and Baptiste, Loré, and Anais, Eric and Florent, Francoise, Béatrice, Annie and Roger, Pierrot and Andrée, Michou, Valérie, Claire, Manon and Lucile, Catherine, Alexandre, papy Fernand, Gaston and Colette, Danny, Philipe, Pitou and Tex Avery and the families formed, from Larrau to Aramits, from Authese to the Oural Mountains, in the Pyrénées or in Provence ...

And also the Arlas peak, the hutt, the Soum de Leche, the Vert, Mea Culpa, Hegoa, the Adour, the canal du Midi and the Island of Sainte Lucie, Wapiti, Ixtil and Oluia our horses, Poly, the Pyrénées with dad and mum and benjamin and pierre, the gold in the streams of Artouste, the fisch in a bottle at the Ayous lakes, the Pic du Midi, the adders, Petit, the sounds of Cassis, Sete and Georges Brassens, Fernande and Margot, Queen, Lit-et-Mixe and the 14th of July toffee in shells, the shacks under the pines, the chapped guitar, the Laguiole and the Opinel knives lost looking for mushrooms, the Ricard on top of the Vignemale, the Balaitous, the Néouvielle, the Pic Long, the Pyrénées, fishing and the first trout I poached, the cock grouse, Quino, Mordillo, Cabu, the silhouettes in paper made during the winter afternoon, dad's workshop, the French "tea-time" with dad, mum, pierre and benjamin...

All of you who made me as I am, wherever you are, on earth, on the sea, in the sky or among the stars, I kiss you .

25 juin. 21 years.

Lizzie and I are going to the Waitakeres. I stayed there one week, in this calm forest, walking North-South/South-North and East-West with my friend and inquisitive Robin(Petroica australis longipes). A very good week, unfortunaitely too fast, between the bush and the warm Aio Wira Centre, we finished on Tiritiri Matangi Island. Heaven of threatened species.

Going back by the Desert Road, I passed near the Tongariro, before arriving at Mount Bruce, North of Wellington. More precisions next time...

See you

yvan