This is another magical place. It is a fairyland of ferns,fungus and dainty, dancing leaves of the Kahikatea, a native New Zealand tree. This is the only area of this forest type left. Every branch is draped and dripping with moss. The air is still and the distintive smell of the New Zealand bush fills my senses A fantail dips and darts around catching insects. The steady roar of the water fall is punctuated by bird calls. The distinctive cry of the cat bird and unusual sting like sound of the whip bird.
I tried for a long time to get a decent photo of this friendly little bird as he darted and swooped around me. I didn’t succeed, he was way to fast, this was the best of a mediocre group of photos.