The keas decided it was time to wake up the camp.
We tried to get a good photo, but they fled. We got this one a while back though of a New Zealand parrot:
A huge part of our life here is spent avoiding sandflies. They’re just terrible, and if you’re not in a hut, you have to get to camp, set up your tent, and dive in immediately to avoid blood loss.
Well, today we created a partial solution, forming a symbiotic relationship with this bird:
With precision and skill, he eats our sandflies right out of the air. He is the bird on our back, the vengeance we seek, and the savior we needed.
Watch him as he works:
M, 28 March 2014