DON MERTON is possibly the world鈥檚 happiest man. For the past 28 years, he has battled to save the kakapo, New Zealand鈥檚 extraordinary giant parrot. In 1995, when their numbers fell to 50, it looked like curtains for the 鈥渙ld night bird鈥. But this year the kakapo staged an astonishing comeback.
The last survivors of this unique and appealing species have produced 26 chicks鈥攎ore than in the whole of the past two decades. Instead of having no future at all, the kakapo suddenly has prospects. 鈥淚t鈥檚 quite a story,鈥 says Merton, the longest serving member of the National Kakapo Team. 鈥淎fter all the years of blood, sweat and tears it鈥檚 fantastic to know that the kakapo is not going to die out in a hurry. In fact, it now has an excellent chance of surviving.鈥
The kakapo鈥檚 swerve from the fast lane to extinction onto the rather slower road to recovery is the result of lavish amounts of tender loving care combined with imaginative research and some inventive technology. From the start, this year looked promising, but the population boom of 39 per cent exceeded even the most optimistic estimates. 鈥淲e didn鈥檛 think we鈥檇 ever see anything like this,鈥 says Merton.
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Strigops habroptilus is not like any other parrots. It鈥檚 nocturnal, it looks like an owl, smells sweet and fruity, and makes some very unparrot-like noises鈥攆rom growls and 鈥渟krarks鈥 to metallic 鈥渃hings鈥 and deep resonant booms. Kakapo can鈥檛 fly, but they are excellent climbers. They live a long time, perhaps more than a century, and are the world鈥檚 biggest parrots: adult males weigh in at more than 2.5 kilograms.
The kakapo also has a breeding system unique among parrots and any of New Zealand鈥檚 birds. Males gather at a traditional arena called a lek to display and compete for females. After mating, the females head off 鈥渉ome鈥 and raise their young alone. 鈥淭he kakapo is important because it鈥檚 so distinctive, so way-out and different, with combinations of features found in no other bird,鈥 says Merton.
Unfortunately, its peculiarities have also made it extremely vulnerable. Before people reached New Zealand a thousand years ago, there were millions of kakapo. Their only enemies were predatory birds that hunted by sight, and the kakapo鈥檚 mottled, mossy-green plumage provided perfect camouflage against the lush vegetation. But these beautiful feathers and the bird鈥檚 fine flesh made it a prime target for Maori hunters.
The newcomers also brought dogs and kiore鈥擯olynesian rats鈥攖hat could sniff out kakapo, homing in on their nests among the roots of trees and other natural cavities. They made short work of eggs, chicks and even adults. The decline in numbers accelerated once European settlers arrived in the early 1800s. They cleared large areas of kakapo habitat and brought more lethal predators鈥攃ats, ship rats and Norway rats, stoats, weasels and ferrets, and the Australian brush-tailed possum. By the late 1960s the old night bird was feared extinct.
Then in 1974, after years of searching, Merton and a team from the New Zealand Wildlife Service, forerunner of the government鈥檚 Department of Conservation, discovered a single bird in a remote valley in Fiordland in the far south. It was an old male. Search parties scoured the region and found 17 more鈥攁ll old males. Three years later, when many had written off the species, Merton鈥檚 team uncovered signs of kakapo in the south of Stewart Island. It turned out to be a colony of around 200 birds and some of them were breeding. 鈥淲e thought the kakapo was safe then,鈥 says Merton. They were wrong. Feral cats were killing them at an alarming rate.
What followed was one of the most intensive and expensive rescue operations in the history of bird conservation. Between 1982 and 1997 all the surviving kakapo were moved to island refuges where there were no cats, stoats or European rats. 鈥淲e thought that if we put them out of the reach of predators they would be OK,鈥 says kakapo biologist Graeme Elliott. They were wrong again. The conservationists hadn鈥檛 realised how dangerous the kiore were. Not only did they compete with kakapo for food, they also ate eggs and chicks. Numbers fell further as old birds died and chicks were killed within days of hatching. By 1995 there were only 50 kakapo left.
Merton and his colleagues knew what they had to do. Many of the birds were growing old: they had to breed before it was too late. And once they had, nothing could be allowed to jeopardise their eggs or chicks. From now on, the team would manage almost every aspect of kakapo life. They adopted a zero-tolerance strategy towards kiore, laying traps and watching nests 24 hours a day. If anything other than a kakapo entered the nest, a watcher set off a 鈥渞at banger鈥, a tiny explosive charge that made a small bang and a flash, enough to startle any intruder. By 1999, all the kakapo had been moved to just two islands鈥擬aud Island in the Marlborough Sounds and Codfish Island off the west coast of Stewart Island. Maud Island had never had kiore and they were eradicated from Codfish Island in 1998.
Persuading the birds to breed was harder. Kakapo breed only once every few years when certain native plants produce bumper crops of fruit and seeds, an event known as masting. At other times, the birds get by on a poor diet of leaves and stems, roots and a few berries and seeds. It鈥檚 enough to support creatures with the kakapo鈥檚 slow metabolism, but not enough to raise a family on. In the past, the kakapo from Fiordland and Stewart Island bred in response to masting by a range of plants鈥攕outhern beeches, enormous tussock grasses and rimu, a gargantuan conifer that once formed great forests. The kakapo team hoped that if they gave the birds extra food they might breed more often.
鈥淭he challenge was to work out a balanced diet and then persuade them to eat it,鈥 says Elliott. The team tried an assortment of fruits, vegetables and nuts and found kakapo were especially partial to walnuts and almonds. The birds thrived on the extra food, but still wouldn鈥檛 breed. They seemed to be waiting for some special cue. On Maud Island it wasn鈥檛 clear what that cue was but on Codfish Island there was no doubt the birds breed in response to some signal from the rimu tree that alerts them to a coming mast. 鈥淚t became obvious that if the rimu didn鈥檛 mast, they didn鈥檛 breed,鈥 says Elliott.
The team had no choice but to wait for nature to run its course. At the first sign the birds might be getting ready to breed, they laid on extra food to ensure the females were in top condition. Later, these food supplements would help the mothers keep their chicks well fed. The team monitored every nest and every egg round the clock. If the eggs were at risk or the chicks failed to thrive, they whisked them away and reared them by hand.
There were setbacks. Some chicks died. But the team learned fast. They discovered that the eggs take 30 days to incubate and that chicks fledge after around 10 weeks, during which time they grow from around 25 grams鈥攖he size of a small sparrow鈥攖o a hefty 1.5 kilograms. The researchers quickly had hand-rearing down to a fine art. And they discovered that if they removed a clutch of eggs early in the season, the mother would mate and lay again鈥攕omething that would later prove very useful. Unfortunately, there was a downside to their intensive feeding strategy: fatter females are more likely to produce male chicks. With the population already heavily biased towards males, that was the last thing anyone wanted.
Armed with all this new knowledge and expertise, the team was ready to swing into action as soon as they spotted signs of a coming masting on Codfish Island. Last year, it became obvious that the rimu were going to produce a bumper crop of seeds the next autumn鈥攅arly in 2002. Merton, Elliott and team manager Paul Jansen decided to capitalise on the event by moving all the adult female kakapo from Maud Island to Codfish Island. By April 2001, all 21 females of breeding age were on Codfish Island. As the breeding season drew nearer, half-a-dozen members of the kakapo rescue team arrived, bringing an assortment of electronic equipment to monitor the birds. Over the next few months they would be joined by a stream of volunteers who would spend long, cold nights watching nests.
In September, the team began to fill up the food hoppers. 鈥淲e had to provide enough food so that the birds reached the threshold for breeding but not so much that they鈥檇 put on too much weight,鈥 says Elliott. 鈥淲e wanted to keep their weight on the low side to encourage them to produce female chicks.鈥 In December, the males began to boom like foghorns, a nightly ritual designed to attract females from all over the island. The females started to trek up the hillsides to the courtship arenas to choose a mate鈥攗naware that electronic eyes were watching them.
The first pair mated on Christmas Eve, and over the next few weeks every female bar one elderly arthritic bird mated. Each time a pair of kakapo mated, the team trailed the female as she returned to her home patch and began to build a nest. Sometimes a few home improvements were needed. 鈥淲e make sure the nests won鈥檛 flood and they have a decent roof,鈥 says Elliott.
As soon as a female laid an egg, a pair of nest watchers set up camp about 40 metres away. The team had developed a portable 鈥渘est kit鈥 over the previous five years, which now came into its own. Each nest soon had its own doorbell鈥攁 chime linked to an infrared beam across the entrance. Nesting kakapo make up to five forays for food each night, often staying away for two or three hours. Whenever a bird crossed the threshold, she broke the beam and the bell rang in the watchers鈥 tent. This was the signal to move in close and set up a miniature video camera to monitor the nest.
While the mother is away her eggs and chicks cool to the surrounding temperature, usually between 0 and 10 掳C. Although kakapo are adapted to a cold climate, Elliott thinks the young may be damaged if left too long. So each time a mother left, the watchers covered the nest with an electric blanket鈥攁 bizarre invention made from a whoopee cushion filled with wallpaper paste and heated by a battery-powered element. The consistency of the paste ensures that the blanket moulds itself snugly over eggs or chicks. The chicks were also scooped out of the nest for regular health checks using a plastic food sieve on the end of a tele-scopic ski pole. Neither the chicks nor the mothers mind such intrusions. 鈥淜akapo are remarkably forgiving,鈥 says Merton. 鈥淭hey accept almost any sort of intrusion. Many island species that evolved without mammalian predators are like this.鈥
The kakapo鈥檚 laid-back attitude to human interference also meant the team could try some new tricks aimed at boosting the productivity of these ultra-slow breeders. Although all 20 mated females laid eggs, 37 per cent of them were unfertilised. Some infertile clutches were replaced with fertilised ones from other nests, giving the successful birds a chance to mate again and lay a second clutch. The result was four extra chicks. The egg swapping didn鈥檛 stop there. Kakapo normally lay between one and four eggs. In the past chicks that hatched last often died, unable to compete with their older siblings. The team decided to even things up so each brood contained eggs of a similar age and no bird had more young than she could cope with. That too seems to have paid off. Of the 26 chicks that hatched, only two have died. A further three are being hand reared but are doing well. 鈥淢ost wild birds would lose 50 per cent of hatched chicks if they were left to their own devices. We鈥檝e doubled the success rate,鈥 says Elliott. Better still, the feeding strategy seems to have worked: half the chicks are female.
The bumper batch of new kakapo isn鈥檛 the only breakthrough this year. Ten-year-old Hoki, the first hand-reared female to reach maturity, mated and laid an egg. 鈥淪ome people said the hand-reared birds wouldn鈥檛 breed,鈥 says Merton. There were fears that they wouldn鈥檛 know how to mate or bring up young. But Hoki, who has been something of a celebrity in New Zealand since she hatched, proved them wrong. Although her own embryo died early in incubation, the team swapped the egg for one on the point of hatching, and Hoki was the perfect mother. Another cause for celebration is that even the oldest females, which may be over 50, produced chicks this year. 鈥淲e thought they might not be capable of breeding. Now we know these birds can breed at a ripe old age,鈥 says Merton.
By anyone鈥檚 standards this has been a good year for the kakapo. The young are just beginning to leave their nests and will be independent by November. But there are still only 86 kakapo in the world. What sort of prospects do they really have? The aim of the recovery programme is to build up their numbers until they can safely be left to fend for themselves. 鈥淚鈥檓 confident that if we keep using the same techniques the population will steadily rise,鈥 says Elliott. 鈥淥nce there are around 200 birds, we can back off.鈥
He estimates this could take at least 15 years, less if they can trick the birds into breeding more often. 鈥淲e鈥檙e looking for whatever it is in rimu that triggers breeding. It鈥檚 probably chemical鈥攑erhaps one of the terpenes the tree is packed with,鈥 says Elliott. 鈥淥r it might be nutritional.鈥 The team is about to test an improved food pellet to see if that does the trick. As a back-up, researchers are also investigating ways to promote masting, and trials with plant hormones sprayed onto the trees have boosted productivity a little. 鈥淭he results were intriguing enough to try it some more,鈥 says Elliott.
There remain some serious questions about the kakapo鈥檚 future, however. Species that recover from such tiny populations have little genetic diversity, and that can lead to problems. All but one of these birds comes from a single population on Stewart Island. Yet Elliott thinks the kakapo can cope. He points out that many of New Zealand鈥檚 strange birds retreated into tiny refuges during ice ages and made successful comebacks. Others have survived for centuries on little specks of islands. 鈥淭he problems associated with such genetic bottlenecks may not be so bad here as they are in other places,鈥 he says. Another question is where to put the bird colonies once they outgrow their island homes. Merton has his eye on Campbell Island, 500 kilometres south of New Zealand. It鈥檚 big enough for thousands of kakapo, and its last rat was killed this year.
In 1990, I wrote an article for 快猫短视频 which asked 鈥淐an anyone save the kakapo?鈥 Back then, it looked as if nothing short of a miracle would rescue the species from extinction. Today, it seems the kakapo team has achieved the impossible. 鈥淭hey were undoubtedly heading for extinction and were very, very close,鈥 says Merton. This new generation has given the species a new lease of life. 鈥淣o matter what the birds do now,鈥 says Elliott, 鈥渢hey won鈥檛 be extinct in our lifetimes.鈥

My night with Trevor
Maud Island, 22 March 2002
Tonight鈥檚 the night. My one, and probably only, chance to come face to face with a kakapo. There are usually 20 on Maud Island, but last year 11 of them were airlifted to Codfish Island in the hope that they would breed there. The nine left behind are either too young, too old, or just haven鈥檛 got what it takes to score with the females. I have just a few hours to find a kakapo鈥攊n dense bush and in the dark. But I reckoned without Trevor.
My guide Trina McNamara and I are just pulling on our boots when Trevor rolls up at the door of the lodge where we are staying. He is three years old, hand-reared and reluctant to give up the company of humans. We try to ignore him to discourage his nightly visits. It鈥檚 difficult. Trevor has taken to stomping up and down the veranda and throwing things about in a bid for attention. At 1.6 kilograms he鈥檚 not yet fully grown, but that鈥檚 plenty of weight to stomp with, and his latest projectile is a potted fern, now strewn about on the ground.
We leave Trevor skulking under the picnic table and head off up the hillside. I keep my eyes glued to the pale torchlight on the path, aware that in my quest for a glimpse of the world鈥檚 rarest parrot I mustn鈥檛 tread on another of the island鈥檚 critically endangered species鈥攖he giant weta, a huge flightless insect. There are suspicious lumps on the path but they turn out to be little blue penguins that have come ashore to moult and are flocking up the hillside with a cacophony of weird grunts, groans and howls.
Finding kakapo is not quite as difficult as you might expect, thanks to the transmitters that all the birds are fitted with. Each emits a unique frequency, and before long Trina picks up a signal. It鈥檚 another three-year-old hand-reared male called Morehu, and he鈥檚 nearby. There鈥檚 a rustling somewhere above our heads in a tree and suddenly a big beak and two bright eyes emerge from the leaves. Morehu takes a look at us and goes back to what he was doing: stuffing his face with berries. Eventually, curiosity gets the better of him. He swings his bulky body downward, hangs by his toes, then crashes head first into the bracken. Picking himself up, he comes towards us but thinks better of it and makes off into the darkness.
Trina and I continue our hunt, hoping to find a female called Boomer. We haven鈥檛 gone far when we hear scrabbling at the side of the track鈥攁nd Morehu dashes out in front of us. This time he shows off his climbing skills, hauling himself up a near vertical bank with the help of his claws and that strong hooked beak and steadying his bulky body with his wings. Kakapo can climb right into the forest canopy this way, reaching heights of 30 metres or more. At the top of the bank, Morehu is stymied by an overhanging ledge, concedes defeat and waddles down a fallen branch before disappearing into the bush鈥攖his time for good.
We call it a night and head back to the lodge. But there鈥檚 one last surprise. We hear a cracking noise in the scrub. It turns out to be Stumpy, a wild-born kakapo. He doesn鈥檛 show himself鈥攂ut no matter. I came for a close encounter with a kakapo and now I鈥檝e had three.