All week Radio New Zealand’s morning birdcall was the Shining Cuckoo (or the Pipiwharauroa). And then, yesterday morning during the dawn chorus (unfortunately Bella was already up) I heard one nearby. It’s a very distinctive call once you have it demonstrated to you.
In Wellington these are considered some sort of spring harbinger: the birds arrive back on a long commute from the Pacific Islands where they’ve been sunning themselves over winter. And then they get busy laying their eggs in the nests of the Grey Warbler (Riroriro), leaving all parental duties to the hapless smaller bird.
Pretty easy life, eh?