07/10/2025
Not my typical Monday morning...
Usually by 9am, I'm already two coffees in for the day, sitting at my desk working on deadlines. Instead, I was spreading Pic's peanut butter on pre-inked Black Trakkas with other Manawahe Eco Trust volunteers. We were putting baits out for rat monitoring, which would be collected the next day. Apparently, the love of peanut butter was something rats and I had in common.
I teamed up with Brian for the morning, a long time volunteer for MET as well as the Whakatāne Kiwi Trust. He was also the head of the art department when I was at Whakatāne High School.
We were laying bait on a monitoring line near a couple of known kōkako pairs. It was pretty much a straight drop for the first 30 mins, but the knees seems to hold out quite well. Brian taught me how to read the yellow markers - one is a directional marker, and two meant a black tunnel for the bait was nearby. My job was to keep up and make sure I gave him the bait cards in numerical order.
Then we heard it. A familiar haunting call I heard for the first time a week ago. A kōkako was nearby. It didn't come any closer, but it knew we were there.
Around 11.30am, we all met back at the picnic table. Thermoses and sandwiches came out, while Jude passed around her homemade shortbread biscuits. A lovely treat after and morning in the bush.