Well AnnaS, I appreciated the birdman story. Here is a poem of sorts that I wrote for my sister (Her name is Ana) Her and a bunch of her bird counting friends were responsible for the survival of the 'Rarotongan flycatcher' or 'Kakerori' endemic to our home island of Rarotonga. They raised the population from 29 in 1990 to several hundred today and have managed to successfully transplant another 10 to a neighbouring island.


Te Akamaramaanga
(The renewal)

Pursued by the perils that lie beneath the canopy of life,
Is my struggle in vain?
Kept alive by the memory of things once lost,
Almost a memory, is my name.

Soaring higher,
Replenished by the memory renewed.
Full of life from the memories to come
My name is Kakerori.