magical land, staying up late to spot kiwi or talking to people who live and work here, it is something to remember.
For me, as a bird photographer, the opportunities are fantastic. At the middle point of the island, you can walk to the top of the mountain or just settle for reaching the bird feeders about a third of the way up. I sit there for hours and listen to the powerful and haunting call of the kokako, often named the grey ghost because of its elusiveness. The feeders support the hihi (Notiomystis cincta), named the stitchbird by early settlers because it’s unique call sounds like a sewing machine. At the bottom of the mountain, you can run into the takahe, the world’s largest rail, as they shuffle round the grassy area.
A short boat ride later and you arrive at the north end, which is always my favourite place (not least because it is flat!). The bird life is abundant and contrasts heavily with the quiet forests of the mainland. Curious Kaka (Nestor meridionalis, one of New Zealand’s endemic parrots) will investigate you and your bags while the Kereru (Hemiphaga novaeseelandiae, the New Zealand pigeon) graze at your feet, something they never do on the mainland. It is a bird lovers paradise with the highlight being able to see the incredibly rare, little spotted kiwi going about its business in the dark of night