It certainly didn't seem like a good morning for it, being blustery and chilly and thoroughly unpleasant. But since I've been forced out of bed at daybreak to tend to the livestock and give the orphan lamb his bottle, and then guilted into a walk by the dogs, I might as well grab the binocs and notepad as I leave.
As expected, birding was dire. After 40 minutes I had but 9 species to show for the outing, including a surprisingly chipper lone Black Saw-wing. I decided the river would be the least unpleasant spot and so we strolled north along the river-bank.
Speaking of now-you-see-'em-now-you-don't birds, another that falls into this category is the Narina Trogon. I can spend hours grovelling around in the neighbours' indigenous forest with nary a glimpse of one. Two weeks later it'll casually show up outside the kitchen window, almost causing death by toast inhalation.
As we ambled next to the water, a bird flew low out of a bushy baby yellow-wood and immediately landed on a river boulder, its back to me. How odd, what's that? I wondered. Flippin' 'eck! A Trogon! My dog was just as fascinated and her approach caused the bird, a male, to fly off a few more metres to another boulder. It looked more like a cocky Kea in the New Zealand Alps than a retiring forest species. I was that intrigued I completely forgot to ensure photographic evidence of the event, so you're just going to have to believe me :-)