So today began with a spot of trespassing. All in the name of freshwater crayfish.
Alas, despite their careful trap baiting and setting, Bern ended up catching the only crayfish of the day by hand as he waded up the stream.
And so was most put out when informed that we intended eating Crabby if we caught enough of his friends to keep him company in the pot.
Which Grace promptly named Crabby. And assumed we would be keeping him for a pet.
And so was most put out when informed that we intended eating Crabby if we caught enough of his friends to keep him company in the pot.
Fortunately for Crabby, the only other thing they did manage to trap was an incredibly slippery, ugly little fish.
Which turned out to be a rare Banded Kokopu, which, according to Grace's NZ Wildlife book, 'don't have scales but are covered instead by a layer of mucus'. That would explain why it was so slippery (eeewwww).
Then it was a quick visit to Purakanui Falls on the way home, where Charlie insisted on walking the entire way, and both children delighted the tourists with their cheery greetings.
