Sunday, 10 November 2013

LIMESTONE / MATEKOHE - OUR ISLAND


 Beautiful  Island

Looking east to Mt Manaia

Bernie, the ranger who lives on Limestone/Matekohe Island, picked us up at the Onerahi jetty and took us over to the wharf at the old limeworks. 

 

We took a small detour to Rat Island where I counted 18 spoonbills on the beach amongst the oyster catchers and dottrills. 



It was raining on and off as Gerry and Bernie were interviewed in the shelter by the ruins,

by a German photographer/writer who collects information for an online German travel magazine.

Shore skink

Copper skink

 


Bernie caught 2 skinks, a Shore and a Copper, in a pitfall trap. 

We went all over the island; up to the petrel burrows, the pa site, the weta/gecko covers, along the beach and upto the school site.  

Looking west to Portland

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Hibiscus richardsonii that we planted only a month ago have grown heaps, about 6 - 10cm already and all of them along the track.  

Fantail chick

We heard fern birds and grey warblers calling, tui nesting by the ruins and fantails followed us everywhere.  

Looking east across Onerahi to the Hen/Taranga and Whangarei Heads

 Beautiful island, rain or shine and back across the channel to the car and home by 7:30 pm.

DOWN ON THE FARM - 2013 ENVIRO EXPO

Awesome Effluent - You really wouldn't want to fall in there!

 O'SHEA'S   FARM

Cowshed Antics

A bunch of 'new heifers' waiting to be milked.
Mrs Holt at the Wetland Wilderness

Harakeke weavers on the move.

Izzy behind the wheel?
Super Silage

Shauna and Shyla.  I hope Izzy is not still behind the wheel!

A truck load of possums
A plucked possum. Where did all that fur go?
Cole, the possum plucker.

There it is!


Thanks Everyone.  We had a great day!

HAUTURU / LITTLE BARRIER ISLAND


                     HAUTURU / LITTLE BARRIER ISLAND

http://www.doc.govt.nz/parks-and-recreation/places-to-visit/auckland/hauraki-gulf-islands/little-barrier-island-nature-reserve-hauturu-o-toi

 
Friday 1st November 


Up at 6 am, dressed, breakfasted and at the DoC office by 7am.  We were the first people processed through the quarentine room by the inspectors.  They checked the velcro on our jackets, in our pockets and inside the soles of our boots to make sure we were not taking even a tiny, tiny weed seed.  We left for the Leigh wharf to catch the Apollo to Hauturu.    The sea was flat calm so it only took an hour to get over.  There were 4 or 5 orca hunting around the mouth of the harbour!! Yay!  At last I’ve seen a whale!  
I stood up the the top watching the sooty shearwaters, flutterers, and Buller’s shearwaters sweeping above the waves.   There are few landing places on Hauturu and the beach is entirely composed of smooth stones, quite difficult to pull a boat up on and hard to walk on. 


Liam and Mahina

We were met by the Rangers and their children, Mahina and Liam.  We put our gear into the island packs and headed up the Hamilton Track with Lynn Hamilton as our extremely well informed guide. She comes from an original settler family and her father was a botanist and recorded a lot of the data on the island. The top peaks are out of bounds but we climbed quite high.  Beautiful forest and many bird calls - kōkako, kakariki, kākā, robins/toutouwai, long tailed cuckoo,
Kākā
Toutouwai/NZ robin

piwakawaka, riroriro, white heads, hīhī, tīeke, tui, kereru, bellbird/korimako, a little yellow hammer and some we managed to see as well as hear.  Most moved too fast to photograph but I managed to get a kākā, a bellbird and a toutouwai.  Heaps of plants that Lynn knew all about.  Some larger leafed than those on the mainland, like this korokia and taurepo.
Taurepo
Korokia


Mairehau
It was a fantastic walk, little bit of rain but mostly fine. We walked along the Hamilton Valley and you could see where all the boulders on the beach had come from.
Koromiko
Koromiko

Koromiko
Korimiko
The DoC house and volunteer quarters are all built at Te Maraeroa where the last Māori families lived and gardened.  We passed deep kumara pits high up on the ridges. There are atleast 7 pa sites around the coast and many more cultivation/kainga sites marked by pits, terraces and stone walls. Everything is under vegetation now. 
Back down at the buildings we met some of the weeders that are living on the island for 3 months and the children showed us how they
feed the small tuatara babies they are raising. The tuatara have greatly reduced in numbers for some unknown reason and there are very few in the wild on the island now.
The island is completely predator free and it is almost weird being in a bush reserve without any traps!  I’ve become indoctrinated to poison and trapping!
Leaving the island took us longer as the weather had clouded over and the wind picked up the chop on the water.  We lost the dinghy twice and had to go back to retrieve it.  I stayed up top as much as I could because I didn’t want to miss anything but it was cold and less sea birds around.  You could see the Hen, Sail Rock and the Whangarei Heads looked like an island too. I could see the new marae as we passed Pa Beach and then
Robinson Crusoe - Liam style
around Pa Point and into Leigh harbour.
Unloaded and into the cars by 6pm and home by just after 7pm.  What a privilege and what a great day!


KIWI TRACKING

Gerry, Max  and I met at the DoC office at 8am where we joined Pete Graham and Rolf with all the tracking gear.  We drove out towards the hills, climbed over the fence and walked into a small block of pine trees on someone's farm.  Pete put the muzzle on his dog Rua and held up the tracking monitor to find the kiwi dad and his 2 chicks in their burrow in a bank underneath the pine trees.
 
  He weighed them all, measured their beaks and put identity chips into the 3 week old chicks and changed the transmitter on their dad.Carefully he placed the chicks back into the burrow and then their dad to keep them warm and safe.

Female carrying an egg
We moved sites about 500m away along a creek running between a patch of bush and an open paddock. 

Rua and the transmitter picked up a kiwi pair in a hole in the creek bank.  There was a male and a ‘gravid’ female, meaning a female about to lay an egg in the burrow.  They returned the female to the burrow, trying not to disturb her and then changed the male kiwi’s transmitter. Pete and Rolf continued on over the hill to track another young kiwi with a transmitter but it was time for us to leave.  I feel very privileged to have been so close to our national bird.