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New Zealand has no large predators. When we go tramping in the bush, there are no bears to lunge out of the trees and devour us, no constrictors waiting to drop a lethal coil about our necks from the branches above, no ominous crocodilian eyes watching us hungrily from the water.
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The only movement we are likely to see is the cool, white mist drifting between the dark beech trucks and the fronds of the tree ferns; the only sounds we are likely to hear are the cries of birds and that is all.
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Pterostylis sp. possibly P. banksii A. Cunn. 1832, although the
involute dorsal sepal is atypical, or possibly P. patens Col. 1886. Tongariro National Park, circa. October 1989. |
But the stillness is deceptive. The action is there, alright; around our feet, reaching no higher than our toes. There is an entire, functioning ecosystem playing out within the forests in the grass.
Our "sizeism" is a built-in human bias. Our eyes may overlook whole levels of life's diversity because we ourselves are larger than almost all living creatures except for the few creatures that we capture for our zoos or view on whale-watching expeditions. Yet, if we can sharpen our focus, our unaided eyes let alone a microscope reveal a teeming diversity. Though we may have lacked the names for what we saw, which New Zealand child has not spent hours sprawled out by stream or rock-pool, watching the armoured trundling to and fro of arthropods, the mucousy uncertain molluscs, the macabre demise of something caught on a sundew? Whole ecosystems within the circles of our arms.
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