Whanganui Midweek

Aotearoa’s lost huia mourned

- Nā Lisa Ruaka Reweti Nā Lisa Ruaka Reweti, Kaihā pai Kaupapa. Programmes Programmes Presenter at Whanganui Regional Museum.

“Apair of huia, without uttering a sound, appeared in a tree overhead, and as they were caressing each other with their beautiful bills, a charge of No 6 brought them both to the ground together. The incident was rather touching and I felt almost glad that the shot was not mine, although by no means loth to appropriat­e two fine specimens.” — From A History of the Birds of New Zealand, by Walter Buller, 1872.

Huia (Heteraloch­a acutirostr­is) had a whakapapa (lineage) so ancient that, like the moa and the kiwi, they were truly a child of Aotearoa. Utterly unique and exquisitel­y beautiful, huia were considered tapu (sacred, restricted) by Māori. There were rules about how huia were used and by whom. For example, the feathers were worn only by high-ranking rangatira (leaders).

The closest living cousins to huia today are the kōkako and the tieke (saddleback). These manu (birds) are from a family of wattlebird­s that are also only found in Aotearoa.

Huia are co-feeders, helping each other find food. The male had a strong, stout beak like a crow and would split rotten wood open so the female could use her long-curved beak to pull out the tasty grubs. Because the beaks of the male and female were so different, early ornitholog­ists thought they were two species.

The huia has always been my favourite bird. I remember asking my grandmothe­r about huia when I was a child: “Are you sure there are none left? Could they be hiding in the forest? Have you ever seen a live one?”

My grandmothe­r would shake her head sadly. “They were before my time,” she told me. “I never saw a live one, but my mother did.” Hearing this, I wanted to know every detail.

My great-grandmothe­r Tatiana Teki was born on a farm in Turakina in 1895. As a child, Tatiana and her siblings could pet female huia as they sat on their nests. I asked my grandmothe­r why they didn’t fly away and hide. She replied: “Huia were gentle and trusting. They had no fear of humans.”

My heart sank. “Is that why there aren’t any left?” I asked. Even as a young child, I understood the consequenc­es.

Ornitholog­ists had noticed a decline in the huia population as early as the 1880s. Walter Buller, collector, lawyer, artist, and naturalist, had promised to transport a pair of huia to an island sanctuary in 1893, along with the two last remaining whēkau (laughing owls). But instead, he sent them by ship to Lord Rothchild in England. None of the birds survived the journey.

In 1901, the Duke and Duchess of York visited Rotorua and received a huia feather as a gift from a rangatira. The Duke promptly tucked the feather into his hat. Soon many aristocrat­s in England wanted a huia feather and the hunt for the waning birds increased to fulfil this demand.

Like kōkako and tieke, huia were not strong flyers and were vulnerable to introduced predators like rats, stoats, and cats. They mated for life, so if one died the other would not breed again. They were hunted for fashion and trade and suffered from a devastatin­g loss of habitat. Huia needed mature forests to thrive and tree by tree our forests were slowly decimated, burned, and cut down to make way for settlement­s and pasture.

The last confirmed sighting of huia was in 1907 in Turakina. Tieke and kō kako have survived. Whether they continue to do so depends on us.

 ?? Photo / Sandi Black ?? A male and female huia. This pair were drawn by Johannes Keulemans for Walter Buller’s book, The Birds of New Zealand, published in 1872. Buller was sad to see them shot, but happy to collect them and write about them.
Photo / Sandi Black A male and female huia. This pair were drawn by Johannes Keulemans for Walter Buller’s book, The Birds of New Zealand, published in 1872. Buller was sad to see them shot, but happy to collect them and write about them.
 ?? Photo / Karen Hughes ?? Lisa Reweti, with the huia, recalls listening to her grandmothe­r talking about her own mother petting huia as a child. She mourns their passing.
Photo / Karen Hughes Lisa Reweti, with the huia, recalls listening to her grandmothe­r talking about her own mother petting huia as a child. She mourns their passing.

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