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Our backyard always had massive Kererū in it who would gorge themselves on hot berries in the summer and then become so full and effectively drunk they’d waddle around on the ground unable to fly. You could walk up to them in this state and they wouldn’t seem to mind. We once had to capture a dizzy Kaka (green and umbre parrot, eats fruit) in our yard that had crashed into a window, to get it checked up by a local bird rescue. It’s whole Hoon (sort of a parliament) gathered round to watch and then followed the van to the rescue centre. surreal how much they seemed to understand. My favourite bird has to be the Silvereye or bushman’s friend, which self introduced here 200 years ago and earned the Reo Māori name Tōhou, meaning stranger.