Flax heads hang, seedless, along my path to work. Spring has melted into summer. The tui no longer cry and creak, fighting for the best food, fearless of mere humans walking by. Now tiny sparrows hop for chaff and crumbs, their voices too small for me to hear above the hum of the motorway escape from Wellington.
This great picture of the tui, symbol of the never-ending birdsong of New Zealand, is by Herb Christophers, from the Conservation Blog. You can hear their amazing song captured by Bentaylorbombishof on youtube; I’d made a good one myself by can’t find it now.