Weka

Last night this weka visited when it was really too dark to take her photo.  I was thrilled when she visited again this morning.  Even though she tried to steal my jandal. 

Drove over to Motueka this morning.  Stopped there for a bit to annoy my sister and demand coffee.  Then stopped at her local shop for a fresh fruit ice-cream - I had cranberry which was wonderfully tart.  

After our overdose of dairy we drove on over the Takaka Hill; always a hair raising journey.  We're parked up at Tarakohe now, sitting in a chair watching the boats coming and going in the harbour.