Transcription: I became increasingly morose over the next two or three days because it became clear to us as we traipsed up and down endless hills in the rain that we were not going to find a kakapo on Little Barrier Island. We stopped and admired kakas, long-tailed kakus and yellow-eyed penguins. We endlessly photographed pied shags. One night we saw a mawpork, which is a type of owl that got its name from its habit of continually calling for additional peak flesh. But we knew that if we were going to find a kakapo, we would need to get to Codfish Island, we would need Arab, the freelance Kakapo tracker, an ...
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