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Predator control never stops

Written by Pōhatu penguins on June 19th, 2023.      0 comments

Vila our main trapper is blissfully away on holiday at the moment, enjoying the hot summer sun of Czech - her home country.

I seem to have inherited her traplines during her absence – the shady winter valleys of Pōhatu/ Flea Bay.

This is where once a week I mumble and grumble to myself, as I try to navigate our tracks... which are now a series of boggy death traps, one wrong step and your boots are sucked into the clay sludge right up to your ankles. Yay... Not.

You can become a bit disheartened trapping in the middle of winter, long wet grass, sodden squelchy boots, slimy slidy tracks and thick sea fog looming low in the bay, it all makes me think this would be the perfect setting for a horror movie. Black sheep 2?...

But the worst part of winter trapping - is many of the animals you are trying to take out are hibernating. So, most of the traps, which you have hiked 200 metres up a steep slippery hill covered in spikey eye gouging Kanuka scrub for... are empty.

But trapping must continue! Out with the old mouldy bait, in with the new. And Christchurch City Council are very nicely co-funding our trapping wages this season, so we really don’t want to let them down.

Luckily for me Pest Free Banks Peninsula set up a workshop in Robinsons Bay, right next door to my house – so, I went along. It was so nice to catch up with neighbours and see the enthusiasm they had for predator control. I’ve been trapping on and off in Pōhatu now for 16 years, I figured there’s not so much more I can learn from a workshop. And in truth I didn’t learn anything I didn’t already know (thanks to my cousin Jess, who usually keeps our team up to date on anything predator control related), but what I did take away - was I got all inspired again. The passion of the Pest Free team, the keenness of my neighbours to set up a trapline in Robinsons bay. I left the workshop as enthused as they were.

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My next trapping run landed on a rare magical winters’ day. The sun was out! it was actually warm enough to just wear a t-shirt and fantails fluttered around me, chatting away, almost landing on my shoulder - I was in a Disney movie. I still had to navigate the squishy bogs though.

This trapping run, after the workshop - I wanted to spice things up a little. Literally.

I packed with me a container full of flour and cinnamon powder and I blazed our traps. The idea is to get the predators interested, get them curious. I imagine a hedgehog going “what the heck is going on here?” and checking out the white cinnamon dusted trap.

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Some traps I just unset – blazed them with flour and sprinkled bits of meat and cat biscuits outside. So, they can check out a trap without it going off and making them trap shy. Next week I’ll reset them.

I had caught a few rats and a couple of Hedgehogs on my run - pretty good for winter. Better than last week. Ridgeline is our hedgehog hotspot and yes that’s where I caught them this time.

I’m always delighted to find bloated maggot filled Hedgehogs and flattened rats in our traps up there, for you see... Ridgeline is a prime real estate for our Banks peninsula tree weta. Shireen (my Aunty) had made a series of weta hotels up there, way back in the day. I like to check them out now and again. And lately it’s been a Gecko party! Baby common geckos, big Mama geckos and Giant papa geckos each have a room in the hotel. Along with some beetle friends.

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From the Pest Free workshop, they mentioned one hedgehog was found with a total 41 weta remains in its stomach after just one night. I usually feel sorry for hedgehogs, most likely because they are cute and snuffly... but not today! Those spiky vacuum cleaners will not eat our wetas and geckos. Not on my watch! (Imagine me dressed as Rambo/Terminator against a hedgehog man... in nija fighting stance).

I finish off the last of our traps for the day. As I’m walking the line, I end up following a penguin poop trail, it’s my default mode – I go on auto pilot from 2 years of penguin surveys.

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I find this penguin beginning a nest in a small cave – and I think, gosh it’s so exposed to predators. And no matter how defeated you feel about trapping, and your catches are low in winter, and you almost feel like it’s pointless trudging around in the mud, battling through wet scrub, and knowing that only one out of the hundred predators that visits your trap actually goes in... you see this exposed Kororā just chilling. And you know from the surveys around the peninsula, what a rare site this is... and you know that it’s all worth it.

So, I get home after a hard day trapping, wet boots, soggy socks. And guess what I find at our front door... A stoat!

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Kev, my husband set up 3 traps around our house in Robinsons Bay. He had recently put a fresh mouse (which was caught in a mouse trap in our pantry) in the DoC 150 tunnel trap - on our garden path.

I let out a “woohoo!” when he told me we caught a stoat. I can’t believe it. Right next to our front door. After hiking for 3 hours resetting traps, hoping for a stoat... we got one. Just not where expected.

So, the moral of the story I guess is: it’s ok to feel defeated. Trapping is hard work. Sometimes you feel like you’re not getting anywhere - finding empty traps and mouldy bait, and you really can’t be assed hiking up a slippery track, through fog in the bracing cold. But, feeling the positive energy of your community behind you, hearing the fantails in conversation around you, seeing more and more Weta and Gecko’s in the hotels and Kororā just nesting in exposed positions – There’s no better form of motivation. Especially when you get home to find a dead stoat at your front door and a smiling husband.

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By Ave.

 

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Ideally, we don’t want to handle our penguins at all. However, some of them need our help whether it be from an injury, illness or malnourishment. Pohatu Penguins steps in and gives these little birds a second chance at life! Most of our rehabilitated penguins are underweight or malnourished chicks. Typically, we find these chicks during our tours as we monitor the nesting sites.

Why are the chicks malnourished/underweight?

  • There can be an array of reasons:
  • One parent has died, thus, there is now one parent trying to raise 1 – 2 chicks on its own. If one parent has 2 chicks to feed typically it will choose only one to survive in which the other falls behind.
  • Both parents have died and the chick is now orphaned with no food source.
  • One sibling is simply more aggressive and steals all the food.
  • Food at sea is scarce; the parents focus on feeding themselves and only periodically feed their chicks.

What do you do in rehabilitation?

This depends on the penguins needs and condition. Typically we will feed them 2-3 times a day depending on their weight and age. If they are old enough we will bring them for a swim in our “swim therapy pool”. Here, we introduce them to the water and determine if they are ready to be released. Injured or sick penguins will be sent to either a specialized penguin vet or dedicated specialists, Kristina and Thomas*, in Christchurch where they are assessed for future placement. Permanently injured penguins have the chance to live out their lives at the Antarctic Centre.

*K&T Link: https://www.stuff.co.nz/environment/88518082/christchurch-couple-give-injured-rescue-penguins-the-full-pamper-treatment

Parnia

I spotted Parnia while kayaking; she was standing on the rocks looking extremely thin and weak. After getting back onto shore I quickly grabbed a bucket and went on to retrieve her – she gave little resistance to capture. Once I saw her up-close I realized that she had a deformed beak, probably why she had been so thin. (It’s very difficult for penguins to hunt efficiently with a crooked beak, most die.) I had never seen such a thin penguin and I expected her to die within the day, but still it was worth a shot to try and save her.

Parnia spent a week on the verge of death, but defied all odds and responded to our care. She turned out to be
the sweetest, most gentle penguin I had ever handled. Most are rather hard on the skin - to say the least! After a week in our care I took her to the vet to be assessed. Unfortunately, little could be done for her deformed beak. At this point I had three options: 1) send her back into the wild where she would most likely perish, 2) humanely put her down or 3) find permanent captivity. Thankfully, due to her condition and sweet nature the Antarctic Centre in Christchurch accepted our little Parnia. She became the handlers favourite and lived there nice and plump for years as an ambassador for her species!

Penguin band: P 41 087

One year a starvation event happened right in the middle of the breeding season. When starvation occurs parents stop feeding their chicks to save themselves or only do so periodically. Chicks are then forced to leave (or fledge) the nest early in search of food. Unfortunately, chicks under 8 weeks old are not properly equipped to survive at sea and either starve or drown. In order to prevent early fledgings I fed the chicks while they remained in their burrows, hoping that the starvation event would end soon. Slowly but surely the parents started to return consistently feeding their youngsters and relieving me of my duties! Two years later P41 087 (we used to band our penguins) turned up in one of my breeding boxes. He was one of the largest, most beautiful penguins I had ever seen. P41 087 was evidence that my feedings, two years ago, had been a success. It warmed my heart to know that I helped save this little penguin and build him up for a healthy, successful life in the wild. He was my pride and joy.

Nowadays its much more difficult to track our successes as we no longer band the penguins. Bands have been thought to attract predators on the water and get caught on fencing, under-bush, etc.

Roxy

Roxy was handed in by the Fox II, a tourist sailing boat in Akaroa. She was extremely thin with a severe injury to her eye. Roxy looked like a recently fledged chick that seemed to have been hit by a boat. Her condition was very grim and I had my doubts about her survival.

However, to my delighted surprise she survived the first 24-hours, then the next and the next, and by day 3 she was on the road to recovery!

Her eye injury, however, would be permanent and she would never be able to see from it again. Although, she was doing well in rehabilitation we knew that she wouldn’t stand a chance in the wild, thankfully, Roxy was also sent to the Antarctic Centre where she’ll live out a long and luxurious life!

Shark bait

This is an all time favorite story that demonstrates incredible intelligence – intelligence you would never expect from a penguin.

One night, while running an Evening Penguin Tour, we found a horribly injured penguin beside the track. I immediately took him into care and the next morning rushed him to Christchurch for an emergency veterinary assessment.. He had several shallow, flesh wounds and a lacerated leg. We suspected the culprit had been a shark. The vet stitched him up and I took him home to recover..

He spent a few weeks with us recovering and eating lots of fish – something he was quite happy to do through his moult*! Once his moult was complete we returned him to the sea and he happily shot off like a rocket!

One year later, while running a tour, in the same spot on the tarck out in the open, we found a penguin near the track and out in the open we found a penguin that did move away from us as he should. He also did not attempt to bit and was very relaxed when I picked him up to examine him to find an explanation for this strange behaviour. He was in very good condition, but lame in one leg as Shark bait was when we released him. He proved beyond doubt who we was when I tried to feed him. He snapped and gulp the fish down gleefully and then looked for more, greedy as ever.  As he was looking forward to another free easy loading molt we decided to indulged him and sent him on his way, fat and sleek once his feathers were grown in. Once again he shot off, instantly a wild penguin, but we did wonder, would he be back next year for another easy moult*?

*Little Penguins moult – loose their old feathers and grow new ones – for two weeks every year. During the moult they cannot hunt and thus starve until it is complete.

Yappy Wiggle

This was the funniest penguin I’ve ever cared for!

One day, while monitoring nesting sites I came across a burrow with one healthy chick and one very small runt. If one chick gets too far behind they simply die and the fouled nest can cause the healthy chick to become sick and die. The best option was to take the runty chick out, but then what to do with it? I decided I would simply throw it in the bushes. It’s very difficult to raise chicks that are less than 2 weeks old, especially if they are runts, but I thought I’d give it a go.

Trying to feed such a young chick was not easy, but the little guy responded well and started to put on weight. Soon enough he turned into a healthy, respectable penguin.

He became far too tame, however, and ran around like a puppy dog, wiggling his tail and begging for food with sharp, yapping noises. When it came time for him to leave he wasn’t exactly keen. On the first release he returned the next day yapping his way up the drive, begging for more fish. He had obviously not found any for himself. I allowed him to stay for a few days until I figured that we better try again; so, for a second time we released him back into the wild. He returned the very next day for more fish. I fed him once more and came up with a new idea, we’ll release him by kayak! So, in our third release, we took him by kayak to the entrance of Flea Bay and let him go. This seemed to be successful until the fifth day when we saw him hobbling towards the house. This time he was much weaker, thinner and a bit injured. I assumed he had hurt himself along the rocks and barnacles while exiting the sea. After our third try, we realized that Mr. Yappy Wiggle had imprinted on us and would not succeed in the wild. He now happily resides in the Antarctic Centre yapping and wiggling all over the place!

Our Christmas Eve Saga

Before you read this you must understand: Yellow Eyed Penguins are the rarest penguin in the world and are extremely endangered. Every single one is precious.

One Christmas Eve during a penguin tour we saw one of our Yellow Eyed Penguins drag itself ashore, obviously injured and bleeding. We caught the Yellow Eyed to gauge its injuries in which its feet were badly cut. It looked as though it kicked itself free from the jaws of life and escaped a near death shark attack.

It needed stitching as soon as possible if it was to survive, but what vet would be open on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day? Talk about bad timing. I rang our closest vet in Little River and to my surprise he said to bring it straight over. This was 10.00pm on Christmas Eve.

We arrived in Little River at 11.30pm, but the vet was nowhere to be seen. We sat there waiting and silently panicking over this precious penguin’s life. Until suddenly a vehicle pulls up with the vet and vet’s family!

In order to successfully and painlessly stitch the penguin he needed to be put under. However, this can be dangerous if the penguin has a full stomach – something we weren’t sure about. We simply had to hope for the best and move forward with the procedure. The penguin did not fair well with the gas, he kept drifting in and out of conscious. Then, suddenly he started to heave and projectile vomit fish across the table, the floor and even the walls! Now, you can imagine our surprise, you can also imagine that it was quite unexpected and unfortunately we did not have time to react. So, like the table, the floor and the walls, we too were covered in fish vomit. Merry Christmas indeed!

Thankfully after loosing its stomach contents our Yellow Eyed Penguin drifted into sleep and the vet was able to finish the job. With stitched and bandaged feet we placed our groggy penguin back into our vehicle. As we had to get the penguin home our vet and his family had to clean up the fish vomit – lucky them! We bid farewell and wished our Christmas heros a very Merry Christmas.

After Christmas I sent the penguin to Christchurch to my wonderful friends and penguin rehab specialists, Christina and Thomas. Once it healed properly we released our Christmas penguin back into the wild.

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Rehabilitated penguins in our garden going for a walk

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Swim! (allow the penguins to oil up their feathers)

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Releasing an adult.

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Two chicks ready to go! (White flippered and Little Blue)

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Trying to release Yappy Wiggle.

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Still trying to release Yappy Wiggle...

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Yellow Eyed Penguin with stitched foot.
 
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Yellow eyed penguin waiting for the stitches to be removed.
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Shireen Helps, checking on a skinny penguin chick.
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White Flippered penguin chick wrapped up to stay warm.

These are just a few of the more memorable birds we have had in care. We rehabilitate many penguins, mostly Little Penguins, sometimes Yellow Eyed and occasionally a Crested Penguin. Most are sent off to sea successfully!

If you too wish to help visit our Adopt a penguin page.

 
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