Old friends and caterpillars

I hadn't seen my old friend John since the year my Dad died. We were best friends in our last couple of years of high school, then he came down from Auckland when he heard of Dad's death and was a tower of strength to me. He loves to tell the story of how, because I had to fly home from a holiday in Australia, I didn't have a dress suitable for a funeral, so he took me to town and bought me one. He was that kind of a guy. Then a few days later, he drove me all the way down to Wellington (an all-day trip, one way) to pick up my worldly goods so that I could move back home with Mum. 

John and I stayed in touch for most of the next year, but then we lost contact. Every time I went to New Zealand I inquired around, but no one seemed to know of his whereabouts.

About two years ago, we found each other on the CCNZ alumni website and sent sporadic emails. When I decided to take this trip, I wrote and asked John to pick me up at the airport. He was there, waiting faithfully for me as I exited the security area, at six o'clock in the morning.

Lucky he's a fireman and is used to crazy hours!

It's funny how time passes, but doesn't really change some things. I've noticed that when you don't see someone for a few decades, you settle back very easily into old patterns of relating. So it was with John and me. He fed me buttered hot cross buns and showed me his beautiful bird art. 

Really.

He did!
John is eight months sober and very proud of the fact.

We nattered for a couple of hours about life and birds and family and mutual friends and addiction and the pragmatic aspects of spirituality. 

Then we went for a walk.

John is a bit of a conservationist and a walking encyclopedia of native birds and fauna. He lives on the Orakei Basin estuary, surrounded by green things and songbirds.

John wanted to find a new walkway that had been built around the bay, so we ventured forth. 

Following our noses.

We walked down some steep stairs to an area that had been restored. New Zealand kinda owns the word "verdant".

Of course, when you go down stairs, you eventually have to go up stairs.

Luckily, there were many beauties along the way.

We weren't quite sure where we were going. 

Well, I hadn't a clue and John was only slightly less mystified.

So we stopped to ask this lady if she knew the way.

She was ever so helpful, but by the time she was done talking we were not much wiser. 

Watch the video and you will see why!

You'll have to click on the video and it will take you to my web album, where you can watch it in all its glory.

We crossed the estuary on an older wooden walkway and saw eels winding their way through the shallow water. It was a beautiful, sunny day in a small piece of paradise. 

The one things everyone we consulted agreed upon was that we would have to take a shortcut through this school. It was big on gardening, apparently, and sported several scarecrows along the way...

...as well as various and sundry other forms of garden art.

The vegetables were prolific.

Did you know that potager means kitchen garden in parleyvoo Fransay? 

Well, strictly speaking it is jardin potager. 

(I hear that in David Suchet's smooth French accent.) 

Shall we deviate? It is quite amusing.

We roamed the neighbourhoods, admiring many things.

John admired this bench and sat down for a while, even though it was in the middle of someone's front garden. Note the boy's jandals, otherwise known as flipflops, for the Americans. I certainly couldn't have done all the miles we covered in such minimal footwear, but it didn't seem to bother him.

Finally, we found the entrance to the descent that supposedly led to the new footbridge across the estuary.

You forgot about that, didn't you?

The path was fenced off, with dire warnings to all those who venture forth, but we ignored both, intrepid explorers that we were, hopped the fence, and started downwards.  The path was obviously still under construction, but luckily it was a holiday weekend so all we saw was evidence, no workmen. Scattered tools and gaping holes were no impediment to us and eventually we arrived at...

...this!

Ah yes.

The old "ten foot gap between the shore and the footbridge" dilemma.

It is, we were informed, the victim of a land dispute.

I gave up.

So up I went again.

John said we had a choice. We could go back the way we came (boring!) or venture forth and walk around the bay.

This bay!

I have been known to get into trouble when given such choices in the past, but I chose the bay anyway.

We passed a swan plant and I had to linger and try to catch some good pics, in spite of the ever-present breeze that did its best to thwart my efforts.

Swan plants are hosts to monarch caterpillars. Anne told me later that you rarely see a swan plant of any good size because the caterpillars do such an efficient job of munching them.

Several other insects were availing themselves of the bounties of the shrub.

We crossed the estuary again by a more substantial path and passed the weir. John said the estuary is drained every day through this weir to keep its water clean.

Wild!

And then, yes, we walked all the way around the bay and back to John's house.

And then I took a nap.

The end.

This and that in the House of Osborne

‘Twas my birthday last week.


Jeff thought ahead and bought a new laptop for me.
He was probably tired of me hogging his!
Which put me in a dilemma, because I had been mulling the prospect of some new hardware for a long time.
And dropping hints about how much I liked the look of the iPad.


So, I freely admit that, when I dragged myself out into the family room on the morning of my birthday and found the laptop box sitting on the table, I was disappointed. It was bigger than I would have liked, it was from Fry’s (who have a lousy return policy and customer service), and I really wanted to have some input on my next computer.


I decided to be a good wife and not let on, which I managed quite well for a few days, but eventually we had an honest discussion on the topic where I reminded him that he got to pick out his laptop. Even though I hog it. I did tell him it was a very nice thing to do and I appreciate it, even if I had a few ungrateful moments. So, we’re good.


We had to send the old laptop off for some R&R at the HP hospital. Thank goodness for Costco and their excellent customer service! I uploaded a bunch of photos so that I could work on blog posts while my old friend is away, but I thought you might be getting tired of my travelogues. And I think the old blog has turned into a photo blog, which wasn’t my intention.


I find myself having to learn some new tricks. I’m now writing my post in Windows Live Writer, which I think will be very cool once I get the hang of it. It allows more options for text and photo placement and will hopefully bypass the Blogger glitches. I’m looking for a replacement for Picasa, which also has flaws. Lindsay, who knows of such things, suggested I get Photoshop, which I guess you can find on Amazon for pretty cheap. I’d love to hear any other suggestions, ‘cause I always feel better when I have options!


The big news is that we have two pregnant daughters, due within a week or so of each other. Hooray for multiplying and replenishing! Gotta stay ahead of the bad guys in that department.


And. Yesterday I bought our tickets for England, via Iceland.


I know, third big trip this year. Crazy, huh? This one is for Jeff, who has wanted to visit forever, and I thought we should do it before the world falls completely to pieces. I also want to visit my Dad’s family, especially my aunts and uncle and cousin, whom I have only seen once in the last 45 years.


And. July 1st we are finally having an open house for Charlie and Sam. Annie and Elsie will be here, if pregnancy sickness allows, and the good times will roll.


Now all we need is a little bit of summer. 

The friendly kakarikis

First, some housekeeping. I turned off comments moderation, so if you feel so inclined and have had difficulty in the past, it should be so easy to leave me a comment now.

After the thrill of hobnobbing with lemurs, we continued our walk and entered the Free Flight Sanctuary. The first enclosure contained a couple of keas. Keas are large parrots that are unremarkable in appearance but are extremely intelligent and full of personality. They are nicknamed clown of the mountains for good reason. They are quite prevalent in the South island and have been known to rip the rubber window seals off cars and steal anything that piques their interest. One particularly brazen fellow even stole a Scottish man's passport! One of the keas we saw that Monday was busily ripping apart a telephone book. Their beaks are formidable.

As we walked on, we saw some smaller, bright green birds flying around freely. They turned out to be kakarikis, the New Zealand parakeet. These fearless birds make good pets and their breeding is encouraged. One of them took a liking to Anne's purse, which you may remember from this post. 

It was determined to examine and tear apart every item in that fascinating cavity, so we eventually had to boot it out.

Whereupon, we were ambushed by several more birds.

John, of course, was happy.

And so was I!

Sneak purse attack!

The weather was not improving, so at length we bid a fond farewell to the kakarikis and headed off down the path...

...to where we had heard there were white rhinoceros babies.

Sure enough, this one was nursing from its mama, right next to the path. Mama felt disrupted as we passed and moved away. Baby (who must surely be a teenager, for goodness sake) became petulant and started whining. Mwree, mwreee, it trilled, in a high, fractious voice. We laughed and wondered how it managed to latch on without goring mama to death. She eventually conceded the point and let baby do its thing again. Turns out baby tilts its head at a strategic moment before fastening on. 

In case you were wondering.

Q: What do you call a baby rhino?

Leapin' lemurs

On the last day I spent with Mum, we took her to Hamilton Zoo. It was a strategically selfish move on my part. Ever since I saw (recently posted) facebook photos of my nephew's family in the lemur enclosure, I had been determined to do the same.

And you know me:

Susan T. Osborne.

"T" for Tenacious.

As luck would have it (and luck was with me on this trip, except for the mosquito bites) the Face 2 Face time with lemurs was on Mondays. The first Monday was during school holidays, so we nixed that as a possibility, as only ten people can partake of the lemurs' charms in one day. The second Monday promised to be torrential downpours, but we decided to risk it.

Now or never.

Do or die.

And it was perfect.

The torrential downpour waited until about three o'clock, when we were done anyway.

So, for a mere $10 a person (admission not included) we spent some quality time with ten ring-tailed lemurs and a ruffed lemur or two.

Hint: lemurs love grapes.

Carrots, not so much.

So if you ever meet one on your travels, you will know how to get on its good side.

Who, me? Oh, I couldn't. Really.

Must. Resist. The grape.

Oh, alright, if you insist! Mm mm mm.

I was in lemur heaven.

We were only allowed to pick up the ruffed lemurs.

Who were, quite frankly, only in it for the grapes.

Ring-tails don't like to be petted, apparently.

Lies, all lies!

Mum got a huge kick out of it. She thought she was going to lose her hat.

John is the only person I know who gets a greater kick out of this sort of thing than I.

It was all very delightful.
Hamilton Zoo is a small but unique zoo, with wonderful habitats for the animals and friendly volunteers who love to share their passion. There are still some marvels to share, but sixteen photos in one post is enough, don't you think?