Pioneering in Poverty Bay (N.Z.)
XXVIII — Common Birds
XXVIII
Common Birds
The peli-can she loves her young;
The stork his father loves.
The woodcock's beak is very long,
And innocent are doves.
These lines, within an illustrative avian border, printed in red, on a small square of common calico, are a memory of early youth: a "Moral Pocket-handkerchief," I do not think they served to give any ornithological bent to my young mind; indeed, in later years they have more than once been used to switch off the conversation of the too serious bird-lover. For there are some, among these ornithologists who can be as boringly loquacious as the worst sinner among golfers and fishers. Moreover, the thorough-going bird man is liable at times to get quite out of touch with humanity. Even the great Hudson (on whose soul be peace) was occasionally quite unhuman.
As a boy I "kept" birds, of course, or rather the family did, as they were generally loose about the place. I remember discovering a grey-headed jackdaw, sagely perched on page 201the rung of a "high chair," and sampling with his strong bill the apple-like red calves of my smallest brother, whose unexplained wild howls had brought about the investigation.
But the most delightful pet of my life was a long-eared owl, taken early from the nest, all claws and beak and cotton-wool. The house was in a Surrey wood, and Squeaky, when he had grown up, would spend the day in one of the shady near-by trees, and at dusk would come and fly round miaowing for his dinner. One night an unbelieving guest was invited out on the lawn to see the bird whose praises we had been singing. While he was gazing half scornfully in one direction, Squeaky, with his perfectly silent flight approaching from the other, decided that our guest's bald head was a very suitable alighting place. But he was not used to such smooth shininess and, scrabbling hard for a footing, succeeded, before he made off, in scratching belief into the brain of Thomas the doubter.
He once frightened a new maid almost out of her wits by sailing in through the open window and fixing his claws in her hair, just as she had put the light out and was getting into bed. His plumage was delightfully delicate and soft to the touch, and he was perfectly happy in one's hands, uttering a page 202little purring chirrup of content as we held him. He had been taken too young to have been taught fear by the mother bird; he would play with our terrier, for instance, the two racing and flying together across the lawn, and this boldness probably led to his early destruction by some prowling cat or fox.
But all this does not seem to have much to do with Poverty Bay, to which it is quite time to return.
How vividly do I remember my first day in the New Zealand bush. My brother and I, having forced our way through fern and scrub to the top of the range, had miles and miles of untouched hill country in full view, with our boundary river winding round for several miles beneath us. All new and beautiful and wildly interesting.
And what with the beauty of the bush, the tracks of game, and this unseen paradise of strange birds above us, I for one was in the seventh heaven of delights, both present and prospective.
1 Kaka=Nestor meridionalis.
The Maoris roast and eat these white grubs, and report them to be most delicious. We ourselves were quite content to take their word for it. But a friend of mine who, like Jurgen, was prepared to try anything once, and had indeed tried most things, was persuaded to accept one fresh-roasted caterpillar and even to raise it to his mouth. But it was no go; lifelong prejudice proved too strong and there was nothing doing.
1 Tui (pronounced Too EE)=Prosthemandera N.Z.
Moving about and peering up into the branches one day to spot one of the cheerful chorus, there came a sudden silence for a good minute. Then it became quite evident that they had been trying on their part to spot me, as I then heard, from above, enunciated with the most laughable distinctness, the following remark: "I cannot s-e-e-e the beggar," the middle word being a long high musical note and the rest merely conversational.
Not so often, one heard the long-drawn note of the kokako,1a well-mannered little crow, coal black save for two purple cheeks. He goes in pairs and seems to slide rather than hop through the thick-set branches. His call in the silent woods had an enchantment all its own, though the only simile I can give is that of the slow swing of a highly melodious gate.
1 Kokako=Collœas cinerea
2 Hemiphaga N.Z. N.Z.
A most excellent bird to eat, too, whether roast, stewed, or in a pie, and spitch-cocked, a first-class breakfast for a hungry man.
Though pigeon shooting was often mere pot hunting, it was sometimes a very delightful way of spending a solitary afternoon. Picture to yourself a clear river of pools and rapids winding, now between steep slopes of shining greenery and again by small levels where are scattered pyramidal pine-like trees, bushy-topped trees with shining leaves, many-headed palm-like trees, feathery trees, all sorts of trees, but all evergreen and all possessing a shining exuberance of permanent beauty never seen in this colder climate; and above them as you gaze up a sky to which our midsummer heaven is but the blue of milk and water.
1 Kahikatea=Podocarpus dacrydioiides.
You are alone, you can take your time, there is no competition, and your bag does not matter; you have sufficient occupation to prevent you having to stare at the scene, and the beauty you absorb without effort remains to you a perpetual delight.
Coming now to the more truly "game" birds, the first is the pheasant which has been thoroughly naturalised. As, however, we never in those days had properly trained "smell dogs," we found shooting them in the rough scrub valleys very arduous work.
Native quail,1though small, flew straight and hard. Californian quail were larger, but most of the bevy usually whizzed up the nearest tree, after one shot, and remained invisible. But an old cock Californian quail perched on the top of a post and calling to his harem below was always a joy to hear and to see, with his charmingly cocky little crest, and his head enamelled in cream and green.
1 Coturnix N.Z.
2 Anas superciliosa.
In every little bit of marshy land lives the long-legged swamp hen or pukeko,1 black and blue, with a red crown and a little white jerky tail. He is doubly unfortunate in that his "get-away" is awkward and slow and that the soup he yields is excellent.
The wood-hen, or weka,2on the other hand, about the size of a small domestic fowl, cannot fly at all, but is a very nimble runner, using its wings to steady itself in its quick dodging turns. It is not edible.
1 Pukeko=Porphyrio melanotus.
2 Weka—Gallirallus Australis.
3 Botaurus melanotus.
The native Kingfisher1(Plate XIVB) is a trifle larger than our own, with almost as brilliant a back but with a light fawn, instead of a fulvous breast, and with quite similar nesting habits. He by no means confines himself to an entirely fish diet; in fact, from my veranda I have often seen seven or eight of these birds in a row, perched on. consecutive fence stakes, keenly on the watch for a moving worm or other prey in the surrounding grass.
1 Sauropatis sanctus vagans.
2 Circus Drummondi.
3 Nesierax N.Z.
Big black cormorants,1intent on eels, followed up the streams far inland, as also did the much handsomer white-throated shag.2They sometimes had their nesting communities in big trees overhanging the water.
Among the smaller birds there was, flying close round you in the bush, a charming little tit-like bird, the fantail,3hawking for small flies.
On a low branch I have seen fed by a still smaller pair of birds the progeny of a little cuckoo 4 which rejoices in a barred breast and a little plaintive reduplicated wail.
On the high poor ridges you may hear, sounding his charming note, the little greenish bell bird,5 and where the manuka scrub has grown up into a crop of tall close-standing line-props, poorly feathered at top, you may see a large grey robin 6 with big eyes of liquid black, a melancholy, almost ghost-like bird.
1 Carbo Steadi.
2 Phalocrocorax melanoleucos.
3 Kokori mako=Rhipidura flabellifera.
4 Lamprococcyx lucida.
5 Kakariki=Anthornis melanura.
6 Muscicapa longipipes.
7 Cyandramphus N.Z.
It is sad to think that many of the more interesting New Zealand birds, owing in some few cases to the introduction of rats and cats and stoats, but more often to the clearing of many of the big bush areas, are becoming much rarer.