It’s been a bit wet. Although not as bad as up north, it seems.
I don’t think the kōtare minded too much: here it was sitting in the cherry tree, rain dripping off its bill. Periodically it would dive down onto the lawn, presumably picking up worms escaping to the surface out of the waterlogged lawn:
Bugger them, I say. I’d sooner have blossom in spring time for tui, and cherries in summer for kererū, than have rosella strip the buds now. So Bella and I chased them off.