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Battle of the Pines
It’s cold. Slowly, reluctantly, the camp comes to life in the pre-dawn darkness. Wrapped up against the early-morning chill
Aug 22, 20194 min read
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Parrot’s beak clings to life in North Island forests
A burst of crimson gave the game away. There, clinging to the cliffs towering above the rushing waters of the Mohaka River
Aug 22, 20194 min read
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Goats, stoats and possum-fur coats
It’s dead. Very dead, judging by the stench and the smooshed appearance of the remains – all fur, bones and black-brown gloopy stuff.
Aug 22, 20194 min read
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Relocating NZs avian refugees
He was a typical Kiwi bush-dweller. No nonsense, a bit rough around the edges, unused to attention and certainly not fond of the limelight.
Aug 22, 20194 min read
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Footprints in the Ferns
Deep in the Bay of Plenty back-blocks 24 youngsters scramble up a forest trail. Breathing heavily after their climb from the valley floor
Aug 22, 20194 min read
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Dangling by a thread
Garry was just one badly-tied knot away from lying broken and twisted at the foot of the cliff against which he was now hanging. A sheer dro
Aug 22, 20194 min read
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Body and soul: the drive to breathe new life into NZ forests
Stomachs churn in unison as the chopper clears the ridge and the ground beneath us falls away to reveal a hillside cleared of the ubiquitous
Aug 22, 20196 min read
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Whio? Whew!
High in the back-country hills a string of six rafters threads its way along a narrow mountain stream, hemmed in by sheer rock worn smooth..
Aug 22, 20194 min read
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