Nigel casually asked one night if I’d seen the Weka up the top of the island hobbling about with something attached to its leg. No! I hadn’t.
The next morning on my walk I looked about but saw nothing. Nigel left for the neighbouring island for parts he needed and after he left, I spotted a limping Weka out the front of our unit. And sure enough when I got close, the Weka had fishing line wrapped around its foot.