On tap

The kererū have set up camp here, many years in a row. Why wouldn't they, with guava and peaches on tap. Looking comically oversized, perching on thin branches in small fruit trees. Confidently and calmly watching as we walk by.

Thwop ... thwop ... thwop. Mr kererū and Mrs kererū perform a flyover over the top of my head and the bean fences. They're on their way back from gorging themselves on the guava. They come in fast and it's a heavy landing into the cabbage tree. You wouldn't describe them as stealth.

Now full of guava, its time to sun themselves while digesting their meal. In this summer heat the fruit ferments. Drunk and happy up in the cabbage tree.