Monday 1 June 2015

Midnight Collective - taking a stand against violence


Welcome to the Midnight Collective Broadsheet 78
Actively supporting NZ’s endangered wetland birds

One of our central principles is the maintenance of a code of non-violence. This involves as far as possible, not simply the avoidance of harming animals, but not venturing into their comfort zones, especially during nesting. This is possible through the development of telephoto lens technology. Yet we don’t use hides and stay visible all the time and its curious how you soon become a familiar figure even to the most nervy of animals who usually spot you well before you spot them. 
I've got my eye on you -spoonbills and stilt at the Raumati Beach Dune Lake
They still rate you as problematic, but you’re slipped down towards the other end of their threat list; below that is, dogs, cats, kahu, spur winged plover, and casual human visitors. And here’s an interesting fact – that birds are especially wary, we have noticed, of adolescent boys – of girls they don’t seem anywhere near so chary.
A top predator unmasked

It is difficult sometimes however, not to disturb these birds. When pied stilts were nesting on the dune lake the mates of the nesting bird (the males share the nesting duties)  would spot us on a nearby hill, half a kilometre away and  immediately get on the offensive; calling loudly (to summon help) and diving at us. They are very courageous and will organise in groups to take on a circling kahu. Yet their bluster can seem rather  counter productive because not only is an agitated stilt more charming than threatening, it gives away the fact that there is a nest nearby and it doesn’t take long from there to pinpoint it. Though its rather more difficult fortunately, to get to it because it is usually out in the centre of the lake.
Pied stilt pair preparing a nest -Raumati Beach dune lake

The life of animals can be pretty tooth and claw but these birds differ in one important respect from human beings because they don’t take pleasure in killing for the sake of killing. How this sets the human race apart can be measured now that we are into the duck shooting season. We have already mentioned how the grey teal –tete is a protected bird though 6 percent of its population is still shot during the season. So hunters aren’t taking any notice of their own regulations. Duck, teal, shoveller and paradise duck numbers fall dramatically during the season, and two years ago we lost around ten from a thriving colony of parera-cross birds. They haven’t regained these numbers since. 

And then of course our critically endangered parera can still be shot in season. Is there any other country in the world where you might kill a critically endangered animal with impunity and for pleasure? And then there are the damaged survivors.
Injured male paradise duck -putangitangir Wharemauku creek
This is a paradise duck male that came limping into the Wharemauku shortly after the opening of the season. It is being tended by its mate. The females are well known for their steadfast character but while her mate is surviving, after three weeks his condition hasn’t improved.
With mate 
How ironic that the extreme pleasure some New Zealanders get from killing animals is matched by the horror we feel when they are mistreated.

Track we were listening to while posting this Whanganui boy made good, Johnny Devlin, who sold 50,000 records between June and November 1958. He was 18 years old - the most gifted  singer  yet to come out of these antipodes. Take our word for it and go listen to Lawdy Miss Clawdy one more time.

Well, I give you all my money
Yeah, but you just won't treat me right
You like to ball every morning
Don't come home till late at night

He waka eke noa
Kia ora mai


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