Thread: Game bird diary for all

Had to head back East to repair a hole in a roof... Couldn't stay long but managed to squeeze in an hour or two of hunting yesterday morning.

Brisk morning, strong winds, overcast, an eerie light illuminating Young Nicks Head. Gizzy in winter. Being short on time I picked a favourite ground I used to run my dogs on a lot, one that has historically been a pretty low bird numbered area. More for the nostalgia, good memories of friends, and dogs, gone by. Walking through those dry eastern fields brings back strange feelings. I would have thought I'd be happy to roam these places again but instead it brought a mix of regret and perhaps anger, maybe frustration. Even on such a fierce day Tairawhiti is resplendent in her raw beauty. Why did I leave ever this place?



The mill paddock cock. I used to run my dogs here because it was relatively barren, save for a few 'training' hares to add some distraction. Then last summer this fella moved in. Wise in his solitude, he gave Enzo the slip at least twice. I took delight in arranging his demise with Betty yesterday morn. The wind kept lifting his tail for the photo, dog trying to rearrange it. Speaking of dog, the ears have fallen off so I'll give her a rest for a bit and go back to basics, like recalling when I bloody well say so...



This picture above shows the background better. I do miss this place