Thread: Morepork in my Garden

40+ years ago hunting on a cobbers place in Lee's Valley. We'd chased a roaring stag around at the very head of a spur but he eluded us as dark fell. So we were pretty hyped up.

The spur was very narrow but with just a narrow clear gap in the bush right on its apex. James was a big, tough musterer, scared of no man and only one woman as far as I know. As he lead down the spur I caught sight of something on a tree branch the very instant he went under it. Brrrreeeeeaaaaakkkkk went the Ruru. James left the ground, legs doing about 103 mph in mid-air. Farrkkk it was funny although it took several days before it was safe to smirk in his presence!