A little Tomtit was fluttering around my car when I went to leave the lodge yesterday. It's not the first time I've seen this pretty little bird, nor the first time I've tried for a photo. There is a resident pair that nest around the lodge somewhere. I got the camera out and sat there but it didn't return.
However, as I drove away another fluttering caught my eye. I think it was another Tomtit but it was too quick for me. There had been a shower of rain not long before but the sun had returned and was filtering so prettily through the bush I just had to try to capture it.
You won't often hear people say Ruawai was calling to them. And I don't know where the idea came from but when I reached home I had a crazy idea that I felt like going to Ruawai. I had planned on going to the supermarket in Whangarei later in the day. The supermarket in Dargaville could be on my way to Ruawai, depending on which route I took, so I headed there first.
It was a windy, blustery day, the Northern Wairoa River had its dirty brown churned up look. You can see my hills of home in the distance.
Ruawai means 'two waters', referring to the Northern Wairoa River and the Kaipara Harbour. One meets the other around here. Yesterday, the meeting produced extremely muddy looking water.
Ruawai is a small country town, population around 400, with a surprisingly good local cafe. Maybe it was the thought of their food that lured me there. I chose Thai pumpkin soup for lunch and thoroughly enjoyed it. Thank you, The Well Cafe.
From Ruawai I took a cross country, back road home, stopping a few times to take in the view.