Guest blogger: Co-Campaign Manager for the Kea, Mandy Herrick
Ahem, before you go off and vote for, the best bird in the world - our lovely, conniving, uber intelligent kea - I’d like to acknowledge the good people at the Natural History Unit who provided the footage for this video; illustrator extraordinaire, Kieran Rynhart who penned the pictures, final-cut pro guru Davey Boy and sound recordist Phil Yule. Now go vote! http://www.forestandbird.org.nz/poll
Prior to heading out the next day, I checked the weather report and the forecast said ‘clear blue skies for the next few days’. After reading this I committed the ultimate sin in any trampers opinion, I left my raincoat behind in a further attempt to lighten my pack. By now I was down to the bare essentials; all I had in my pack was kea catching and banding gear, and food. This decision was one I would live to regret very soon into this leg of the survey.
Kea, Photo: C Rudge
That afternoon we made our way to our next survey point and again I headed to my spot alone. I found a comfortable position to wait and look for birds; I saw a mob fly past, back and forth a few times. They weren’t interested in me at all and so I caught up on my reading. After about an hour sitting there, dark spots started appearing on the pages in my book, looking up there was some very ominous clouds lurking about. I hoped that the Met Service’s weather prediction would prevail but the chance of that happening was looking very slim at this stage.
The rain started and was quite bearable for a time, but that didn’t last too long. I was out in the open and all I had to sleep in was a bivy bag. I rummaged through the sparse contents in my bag for something to protect me from the weather and found myself a rubbish bag, a good old ‘blak sak’. I made a head and some arm holes and wore that rubbish bag with style. I proceeded to make my way to Kirsty who was at the neighbouring survey point – which just so happened to be a hut with shelter and comfortable beds!
Armed with a net gun and a fishing rod fashioned into a kea-catching device, I headed into the hills around lake Rotoiti earlier this year to count & band kea as part of a 3 year population survey. Here’s the second installment of my diary …..
Kea, Photo: Creative Commons, Leiwandnz
After sitting on the rock for an hour or so the drizzle started to turn into rain, so I gathered my things and headed for my tent. Time passes slowly when you are sitting in a tent with three bland walls to stare at, waiting for the weather to improve. Eventually it did though and I repositioned myself back on top of the rock. There wasn’t much kea activity but there were plenty of other things to watch that provided amusement. One was a fellow member of the survey team who had positioned themselves on a point below where I was; it was interesting to see them going through their processes of setting up their own vantage point. Maybe it seemed more interesting than it really was because of the lack of human interaction I had had during the day.
During my first trip to Mt Cook I met a man named Jussey from Austria who was studying Kea’s intelligence. He had done many studies on a captive population in Vienna and was now in New Zealand to repeat the same experiments with a wild population. After some in depth conversations about Kea I showed him some of the photos I had taken of the lovable parrot and he suggested we keep in touch. A few weeks after I returned home I got an email from him offering me a permanent job based down in Mt Cook taking over the Kea intelligence studies. My second trip to Mt Cook was my induction to the new job.
