KEA CAPERS
THE ITEM ON kea (‘Kea numbers estimated at 3000-7000’, June, 2017) reminded me of an encounter I had with the parrots.
I was fly fishing the upper reaches of Roaring Lion River with two mates. Barney and I were both medicos, but Baldy was deputy director of DOC.
We had ended a hard day’s tramp downstream and were still a day away from Roaring Lion Hut. At Barney’s suggestion, we camped and after a meal and a brew, he retired to his so-called tent while Baldy spread his gear out on the grass. I pitched a pup tent, mainly because there were swarms of sandflies. Before retiring, though, I noticed three keas circling above.
At about 4am, I woke to Baldy saying, “Yeah, what do you want? Have…
