For all you animal lovers out there, here is a summary of most of what I lucky enough to see six weeks in New Zealand. Sadly, the Maori killed all the gigantic moa birds (more than 12 feet tall!) way back. On land, alas, the main attractions are sheep and cows and all the other invaders: rabbits, stoats, ferrets, foxes, pigs, goats, rats and whatever else eats everything in sight. I was surprised to learn there are more than 40 varieties of (very loud) cicadas here. At least there are no snakes. And the sea life? It’s second to none. Enjoy!
- The one I missed: An invasive stoat, which scampered across the road on my way to the Motueka sandspit. If you tell a Kiwi you saw a stoat, they go absolutely berzerk, as there are traps everywhere. “Where! We must immediately notify the authorities!” I also missed a cute little brown wild boar on the bike trail from Cromwell to Clyde.
- The one I (sort of) never saw: A real, live kiwi – not including the one in the pitch black (to simulate night) behind glass in the National Kiwi Centre in Hokitika. I met people who saw several on Stewart Island in the far, far south. They are extremely difficult to spot in the wild, as they sleep all day and only move around in the forest at night.
- The one I barely saw: Those danged sperm whales only stay up top for a few minutes before they dive thousands of feet into the canyons for up to an hour. Which means when you’re whale watching you might only get a couple of shots during your two to three hours out at sea. And then the only time you really see them is when they dive and stick their tails high up into the air.