Tuesday 26 November 2019

New Zealand birds

In some ways, bird watching in New Zealand is very easy. The birds are just THERE: the ubiquitous Purple Gallinule, or Purple Swamphen: Image result for purple swamphen nz



Immigrant goldfinches.
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Kingfishers, a few metres away on the edge of the reef.Image result for new zealand kingfisher

A white-faced heron perched on a pohutakawa tree above our heads, unmoving.


A yellow hammer. Pied stilts, in a field on KariKari... Image result for pied stiltAnd, of course, the New Zealand Dotterell.

Throwback to 2015: Catharine's wedding speech

Some notes for the Father (and Mother) of the Bride speech:

We'll begin with a question for Andy: we hope you can keep up with this girl!  When Cat was eight, she wrote a book about her brother, Jonny. Also eight. They are twins, She began with: 'My brother is a very enthusiastic man.' And, yes, he is. And so is she. She is a very enthusiastic woman. She lives life at almost breakneck speed, throwing herself wholeheartedly into everything - and there are many, many 'everythings' - she attempts.

Firstly, she has been organising events since her first tea party at the age of 4, followed by dressing up, restaurant evenings, magic shows, acrobatics, dance routines – and that was before she was 11.  Be thankful this is not the Cluedo event for her eighteenth birthday – you might have found yourself having to swap garments until you were dressed head to toe in only one colour!

We don't need to tell you how highly competent Cat is at managing, arranging and presenting - this has all been fantastically well-organised with very little work done by her parents. Excellent.  She has been presenting since she was 3 years old, when she went on stage with a group of older children at the local pantomime, leading the singing even though she couldn't read a word of the song.

And if you’ve EVER done anything with her, you will know that she has lists – and lists of lists. Camping with her is an education. She works to a tight schedule, days planned down to the last quarter of an hour, if not minute.

Cat is a good runner, despite numerous warnings about wearing out her knee joints. She held inter-school cross-country titles in Kenya and still seems to think that the casual half-marathon is just a walk in the park. Andy, we're looking to you to get her to think of her knees!

Some years ago, Cat was phoned for a job interview at a restaurant. After accepting the job, she asked: "What shall I wear - if anything?" And no, it wasn't THAT sort of a job - you'll be relieved to know she was a waitress-cum-bottlewasher.
Fortunately, today, she isn't wearing just 'anything' and I'm sure you'll all agree that she looks gorgeous.

We hope she'll be able to learn how to speak 'Kiwi' better than she mastered the anomalies of Guernsey's variation on the French language. We felt really sorry for Mrs Ogier, who she addressed as Mrs Ogre.

She's also well prepared for life in Vanuatu, having adapted well to the island of Guernsey. She drove, cycled and ran around the whole island - though she often got lost. Most famously when she took the Wrong Bus home, a journey she achieved in 3 hours rather than 30 minutes. In typical Cat fashion, she didn't panic, even though she was then late for everything else she'd planned that evening.

Most of all, Cat has a tremendous sense of fun. We watched her finish a ‘short’ run of ‘only’ 16km a while back. Most of the runners came in, red-faced, out of breath, wheezing past the finishing line. Cat and Gael could be heard before they even came into sight, sprinting up with screams of laughter. The chat carried on! Cat’s laugh, accompanied, at times, by a hearty slap on the thigh, is an infectious mix of gurgle, cackle and shriek.

But Cat is more than just a superb organiser who loves to laugh and live life in the fast lane. She is tremendously compassionate and kind. She is a woman of great integrity, who cares deeply about the plight of those less fortunate than she – hence she has been highly committed to her work at CAP for over 5 years, and we know it will be a great wrench for her to leave. She loves you guys and the work you all do.

Cat has taught us, her parents, a great deal. Her love for reading reminds us of its value; she never ceases to astonish with her culinary talents – we’ve learnt a lot more about cooking and baking. Her love for others is whole-hearted – we have barely ever heard her criticise or say a negative comment about anyone. She is extremely generous and thoughtful.

Andy, we know – as you know – that you are getting a gem who is transparent and beautiful inside and out. Proverbs 31 says: “ A good wife....We see the marriage of the two of you as a beautiful combination which will add value to every situation you find yourselves in.

Cat and Andy, we know that lighthouses have played a special part in your courtship, so we leave you with Sir Francis Drake’s prayer, for you will have many, many wonderful adventures together.  Here it is:

"Disturb us, Lord, when
We are too pleased with ourselves,
When our dreams have come true
Because we dreamed too little,
When we arrived safely
Because we sailed too close to the shore.

Disturb us, Lord, when
with the abundance of things we possess
We have lost our thirst
For the waters of life;
Having fallen in love with life,
We have ceased to dream of eternity
And in our efforts to build a new earth,
We have allowed our vision
Of the new Heaven to dim.

Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly,
To venture on wilder seas
Where storms will show Your mastery;
Where losing sight of land,
We shall find the stars.

We ask you to push back
The horizons of our hopes;
And to push back the future
In strength, courage, hope, and love.

This we ask in the name of our Captain,
Who is Jesus Christ.


Naughty November

Well, naughty sounds a bit mischievous and so, with the nights drawing in and the clocks having gone back, a bit of mischief to see us through the month seems appropriate.

Not sure what that would look like, though. Perhaps we should have Nice November instead - certainly having a few friends round for meals is definitely nice, something to enjoy. So we did... asking friends old and new on several occasions. And home group, every Thursday evening, is always welcomed and full of laughter.

The weather has been naughty, though. Torrential rain began the first day of half term and barely stopped, with some impressive rain and hail storms every day until mid-way through the month. A corner of the garden, where some topsoil had been removed to form a raised vegetable bed, was under water for a week, the ground remaining soggy for some time afterwards.

The poor bees, who had taken up residence in a hole in the front bank at the beginning of October, huddled inside, sending out only solitary envoys occasionally. We miss them: there were so many buzing in and out, passing us by without a second glance. Hopefully they will survive the winter...

The term wound on, reports ever-looming. There were many light moments: the child who told his rather voluble classmate: "Your mouth is so big it should have its own postcode" caused inadvertent laughter to escape from my mouth. I had to do a lot of reassuring...it is, after all, rather insulting to have such a thing said to you. Then I had one child away ill... it turned out to be appendicitis. Or so the caretaker told me. I didn't hear it from anyone else, though did check with the person who should have told me, as class teacher, if that was true before we sent the get well card...
Then there was the six year old in RE who said we could send money to the poor. "Yes," I replied, "to Guernsey Welfare" (the foodbank charity the school supports). The child looked puzzled. "Australia," he replied...

The weather changed half way through the month, becoming drier. Cycling home was no longer such a chore (some days I arrived, drenched to the skin), providing treats in the dusk of stunning and sunsets and glimpses of owls. One evening, a barn owl flew over the fields on either side, swooping and flying at an astonishingly fast speed along the hedges, its wings gleaming palely in the gloaming as it criss-crossed. Mesmerising. I was grateful for the deserted lane I had chosen to follow home. Especially when my light's battery almost died one evening, so I coasted carefully down the lane in the twilight, barely enough natural light to see by...

And so we roll on towards December...