Parallel worlds exist unnoticed alongside our own, but too often the creatures that inhabit them are dismissed as by-products or even impurities
By Mark Robertson
DECEMBER 6 was a cracker of a day – hot and sunny, light breeze and a dropping tide, perfect for a boat trip. My son had the afternoon off work so after lunch we launched at Cape Paterson. A lazy swell was foaming against the rocks as we headed around to the surf beach.
It soon became apparent that nature was taking a rest. No silvery flashes of baitfish, no contact calls from foraging penguins, no stingrays poking around the sand holes. A lone gannet – usually the most focussed and alert of seabirds – was lazily patrolling for prey. You could almost sense the boredom in its keen eye.
DECEMBER 6 was a cracker of a day – hot and sunny, light breeze and a dropping tide, perfect for a boat trip. My son had the afternoon off work so after lunch we launched at Cape Paterson. A lazy swell was foaming against the rocks as we headed around to the surf beach.
It soon became apparent that nature was taking a rest. No silvery flashes of baitfish, no contact calls from foraging penguins, no stingrays poking around the sand holes. A lone gannet – usually the most focussed and alert of seabirds – was lazily patrolling for prey. You could almost sense the boredom in its keen eye.
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