Pigs&Wekas
Made it home and was thinking I might keep the blog running maybe change the header as Vanuatu will have to wait.
Looks like pig hunting&fishing for the winter, so may still have a few good stories to tell.
While swallowing my pride and licking my wounds in port Hardy I did a little exploring most days, I went ashore one day and came across a little wild boar rooting up some grass, he was so busy that he didn't know I had snuck up on him, there was a Weka following him around cleaning up the grubs he missed, I walked right up to him taking pictures (see below), the Weka new I was there but didn't tip off the pig and then the pig spotted me! as you can see they up and off.
I could live out on D'Urville Island, but fear I would become more of a recluse than I am already.

Looks like pig hunting&fishing for the winter, so may still have a few good stories to tell.
While swallowing my pride and licking my wounds in port Hardy I did a little exploring most days, I went ashore one day and came across a little wild boar rooting up some grass, he was so busy that he didn't know I had snuck up on him, there was a Weka following him around cleaning up the grubs he missed, I walked right up to him taking pictures (see below), the Weka new I was there but didn't tip off the pig and then the pig spotted me! as you can see they up and off.
I could live out on D'Urville Island, but fear I would become more of a recluse than I am already.
