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Landfall – New Zealand

by dawn03 @ 2005-11-25 - 09:24:13

Legend has it that Maori People came to New Zealand in seven great canoes from a mythical island called Hawaiki. Archaeological evidence points to New Zealand having been settled by Maori in the thirteenth century AD. But the DNA trail leads to fierce indigenous tribes of southern Taiwan that were into head-hunting.

Carved heads for tourists today

In the 17th and 18th centuries European colonists were attempting to conquer the world. New Zealand was so far away that Maoris were initially saved from the onslaught of Europe's colonising ethos. 13th December 1642, the first Europeans ever to land on our shores were the Dutchman Abel Janszoon Tasman and the crews of his two ships.

Maori Bay or Muriwai

What must the inhabitants have thought of the billowing white sails of the huge ships and the pale faces of strangely clothed aliens?

The Dutchmen saw half naked brown savages with black hair pulled up into top-knots stuck through with white feathers.

Maori waka or canoe

Unfortunately the Dutchmen misinterpreted a challenge from the natives. Three crewmen were killed before muskets and ships’ guns were fired overhead. One dead crewman was dragged back to shore where he was cooked and eaten as part of a ritual to absorb the mana of the foe.

Maori welcome

Sailing away Tasman named the place Murderer’s Bay, which has now been changed to Golden Bay after the colour of the sands. He named the country New Zeland.

Birds

by dawn03 @ 2005-11-03 - 05:17:54

Bar-tailed Godwits migrate from Alaska for the New Zealand summer.

Bar-tailed Godwits migrate from Alaska for the NZ summer.

Ducklings follow their mother.

nesting on a TV aerial

peacock

goose in a pipe dream

seagull bathing

seagull's watery trail sparkles in a puddle

NZ song bird, a tui is in perched in cherry blossoms

The present falls, the present falls away;
How pure the motion of the rising day,
The white sea widening on a further shore,
The bird, the beating bird, extending wings -
Thus I endure this last pure stretch of joy,
The dire dimension of a final thing.

Verse by Theodore Roethke

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