Gannets Everywhere

Gannets Everywhere

I woke up first the next morning; not unusual. I heated some water and placed it in a French press. I took the French press and my coffee cup out onto the terrace of our motel room. From the desk in our room, I also picked up a tourist brochure to look at while enjoying my coffee.

It was a beautiful morning. The view was breathtaking. The brochure I selected was for Gannet Safaris. I was not keen on booking a tour; instead, I wanted to drive to the nesting colony and look around on our own. In the brochure, I saw a photograph of a Range Rover parked very near the Gannet colony. I thought that bode well for our adventure.

Leslie joined me on the terrace for coffee. We discussed what we wanted to do and settled on a trip to see the Gannets.
In the car, I set TomTom to take us to the small town of Clifton. We arrived in Clifton in about 25 minutes. We found my description of Clifton as a “town” was a little bit of an exaggeration. The paved road stopped at a small parking area right at the edge of the ocean. To our left was a small trailer park. To the right, along a single lane path was a camping area. Directly behind us was the Clifton Café. That was it.

The beach at Clifton, New Zealand.

In the parking area (about five parking spaces), I saw a sign. I got out of the car to look at the sign. What I saw was a little disappointing. There are only two ways to get to the Gannet nesting colony; hike to it on the beach or access it by a private road. According to the sign, the hike was about 18 kilometers (about 11 miles) roundtrip. The sign estimated the walking time to be about five hours. The poster also warned that the trip required caution, meaning an understanding of when low tides and high tides occur lest one be stranded during the hike. We were not prepared mentally, physically, nor with proper equipment to consider such a trek.
We knew we could not drive on the private road because it was, well, private. Dejected by being so close yet so far, we decided to drive about half a mile back on the road to the Gannet Safaris location. Upon arrival, one of the safari drivers checked the availability of a tour. He happily noted there was space on the 09:30 tour. I asked him how much walking was involved in the tour. He thought there was only about 20 meters of walking, some 65 feet. We both thought that was more than reasonable, so we paid the NZ$75 fee each, about $97.

One of the four-wheel-drive buses.

Since we were well over an hour early (imagine that, the Vice’s being early), the driver suggested we go back to the Clifton Café for a cup of coffee. Since we had just been there, I told him it was not open. We told him we were happy to sit at the site, under a tree and wait. He said our driver, Trevor, would arrive soon. Meanwhile, he and two other drivers left with three buses. Just before he left, he said they were driving to Napier to pick up cruise ship passengers for the safari.
Trevor arrived as advertised, as did several other passengers. Soon, the 21-seat bus was full, and we were off on our adventure. Trevor turned onto the paved road, toward Clifton. In just a quarter-mile, he turned off the way onto the private road. The trail is the private entry to The Farm at Cape Kidnappers, a very exclusive golf course and inn on over 6,000 acres. It is better known as Robertson Lodges. Julian Robertson, a U. S. billionaire, owns the development. He made his fortune managing hedge funds.
Had Leslie and I opted to stay at The Farm at Cape Kidnappers versus staying in Napier, it would have run about US$2,000 per night. On the other hand, we could have stayed in the Owner’s Cottage for about US$8,700 per night. We both could have added a round of golf for right at US$600 total. After learning that, we felt pretty thrifty with our US$130 per night room at Pebble Beach Motor Inn.

The very exclusive Robertson Lodges.

After driving through a portion of the golf course, near The Farm, the road changed from paved to dirt. At several points along the way, Trevor stopped so he could get out and open a livestock gate. After one or two of those, a passenger opted to get out, handling the opening and closing, making things a little easier on Trevor.
At one point, the bus emerged from some trees. We found ourselves on top of a bluff. Trevor stopped the bus and allowed us all off to take in the scenery. We were at the edge of a cliff. There was an ominous sign on a piece of wood stating, “DANGER, Unstable Cliff Edge Please stay behind the barrier.” The “barrier” was mainly a 4×4 post at the height of some ten inches. Standing close was a little unnerving.

Our guide describes the formation of the cliffs.
View of the cliffs from the lookout.
The view from a lookout back toward Clifton, New Zealand.
It was definitely dangerous at the edge of the lookout.

Back onboard the bus, the journey continued. The narrow, dirt road wound around, up and down, sometimes very steeply. Just before we crested the final hilltop, the Pacific Ocean was visible out the right side of the bus. Trevor pointed out a large group of Gannets sitting on the ocean.
A few meters beyond where we had seen the Gannets sitting on the ocean, Trevor stopped the bus. Out the right side of the bus, we found ourselves face-to-face with the nesting Gannets. Instantly, we heard the noise of their calls and detected the rather wild aroma of their nests. The odor is due to their choice of nest-building material, kelp and their own feces.

Our first view of the gannet colony. There are several chicks visible in this frame.

After telling us a little about the birds, Trevor drove onto the flat bluff area and parked. We all exited the bus and stared in amazement at the colony of birds.

The Gannets, known as Australasian Gannets, are large birds. The adult wingspans are around six feet. The birds gather in colonies on Cape Kidnappers for mating and raising their young. They hunt for food in the ocean, diving into the water headfirst from great heights to catch fish.

The birds could not have cared less about us being there. Even though we were all standing mere feet away, the birds went about calling, taking off, caring for the young, and greeting each other after landing as though nothing was different about their surroundings. That is the main reason so many other New Zealand species of birds are now extinct. Before the arrival of the Maori people who inadvertently brought rats, there were no ground predators. The many extinct birds had no fear of the rats or the Maori. The European explorers compounded the problem with their arrival in the late 18th century.
When the Gannets came in to land, they passed by us tourists, often with only inches to spare, and went on to the colony. When they found their mate, they dropped out of the air from about three feet up or so, a rather ugly landing. Some of the birds that landed in the bachelor track had even worse landings, often skidding along on their bellies unceremoniously. The bachelor track is named after the younger males who pace back and forth, not quite sure yet how to woo a female Gannet.


About 100 feet below us was another colony. Trevor pointed out yet another colony on a small spit of land going out into the ocean. This additional group meant Gannets were everywhere in the air.

A second gannet colony far below.
The nesting birds at the lower colony.

Trevor offered the best advice of the day. Stand in one place with your camera and let the Gannets come to you, no panning necessary. That turned out to be very helpful. I captured several good shots of the birds coming in to land.

During all of our gawking, Trevor set up a table at the rear of the bus and provided tea, coffee, water, and biscuits to those who wanted them.

We had the Gannets all to ourselves, all 22 of us, for about 30 minutes. That is when the other three tour buses from the cruise ship arrived on the bluff. Suddenly we were with 60-some of our new best friends. The sound of camera shutters was nearly deafening.

The gannet press corps.

After nearly an hour on the bluff, we all got back on the bus for the 50-minute drive back to the Gannet Safaris headquarters.
When we got off the bus, we were both pleased with our decision to take the safari. We shall not forget that for a long, long time.

A red building near Cape Kidnappers.
Detail of the blooms of a pohutakawa tree.
The sign on a more exclusive Land Rover.
Sheep in a small paddock near the Gannet Safari location.
Looking east from the lookout. I did not know it at the time, but the flat portion of land in the distance is where the gannet colony nests.
A unique rock formation at the beach far below.
A view of the wilderness area.
Detail of the cliffs as seen from the lookout on Cape Kidnappers.
The paddocks seem to go on for miles.
This is the last gate before the final climb to the gannet colony.
This monolith is known as Shark’s Tooth.
The final climb was quite steep.
There are hundreds of birds in the colony. The nests are about 112 meters (367 feet) above the ocean.
The nests are constructed from seaweed and feces.
Low and slow…coming in for a landing.
The colony seems to go on forever.
The colony is at a very barren location.
Soaring toward a landing.
The two gannets in the front center are doing their reunited greeting.
At times, not only was ground full of birds but the sky as well.
Napier is on the far shore. on the rocks jutting into the sea, there is a third gannet colony.
Walking along this beach, one can reach the main gannet colony on foot.
The view back across the section toward the cliff lookout in the far distance.
The gannets that are not paired up simply walk around the edges of the colony.
An orange billed gull sneaking by a gannet.
The gannets are incessantly calling out.
The gannet in the center is literally dropping in for a landing.
Another busload of tourists approaching the parking area.
This bird just finished a low pass, looking for its nest sight.
Some of the tourists standing by the Cape Kidnappers Lighthouse.
Yet another tourist bus approaches.
The two gannets in the center of the frame are greeting each other after being reunited.
This gannet is readying for its takeoff “roll.”
We have liftoff!
Another lone gannet pacing the fringes.
The gannet must be wondering if it will ever find a mate.
Coming in overhead, looking for the nest.
A pair flying together.
Soaring and searching. I have no clue how they can possibly find their nest among the masses.
Another gannet making a low pass.
Making a pass over the colony.
The tourists and the colony.
A lonely-heart sleeping on the fringe.
Cruising over the Pacific.
Just droppin’ in.
The Pacific beckons. That’s where the food is located.
Locate the nest…must drop in…
Photographing from a different vantage point.
Trying for just the right shot.
Now, where did I leave my mate??
Cruising high.
Several birds making several passes.
Looking for the lost nest.
The bird with the wings partially extended had just landed.
Cruising by…again.
It takes an expert to determine a male from a female gannet.
A gannet stretching its wings.
Just about to touch down.
Searching for the right nest.
Taking aim on the nest.
And the bird is down.
Compensating for the breeze.
It appears this bird is ready to make the landing dive.
Coming in on the final approach.
Yes, please do!
Departing the colony, the road seems a bit steeper.
Another bus following us down.
Sheep on the hillsides.
Descending back to the valley paddocks.
Kiwi crossing sign.
The lower gannet colony.
A gannet on the nest with its chick.
Many of the birds have closed their eyes. I cannot imagine they can sleep with the never-ending sounds.
A pair of gannets.
At the cliff’s edge.
A gannet preening the chick.
A gannet calling out.
A gannet standing above the nest.

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