At 5:15pm I got back to my office to find colleagues looking at me askance. They showed me the Stuff story, posted at 4:58 pm, of a concerning fire on Great Barrier Island.
At around 4:10 pm this afternoon I'd explained on Jim Mora's Panel my concern about the fire risk on Great Barrier Island. No I did not have prior knowledge of the Stuff story. And I hope this is not the fire I publicly worried about, because there will be no pleasure in "I told you so".
GBI is so much more beautiful than I'd expected. We've just had a wonderful long weekend there attending Emma Daniell's wedding to Sam Judd. I was yet again awed by lucky we are to be New Zealanders – with so many places to go where you can be the only people in your own tourist brochure. We made footprints in pristine sand and shared translucent water with virtually no one near.
I was puzzled though by the relative absence of birdsong and a dawn chorus, given that it has no possums, no stoats or Norway rats. I thought they were the chief bird predators? Are there too few bird feeding plants? Do they need more introduced vegetation to support the kind of populations that are now common even in the heart of big cities? Is that the effect of cats without rats to eat?
Just listening to The Panel now, thinking “Woah, prescient.” Well said, soothsayer.
As for the cats and the birds, just consider it evolution’s way of kicking the surviving proto-dinosaurs into the next genetic footprint. There’s no shortage of smart birds here among the suburban jungles.