I only had a couple of very short windows of opportunity to find the Wrybill, one in the morning and one the following afternoon. The bird is only found in New Zealand where it favours pebbled riverbeds which split into multiple channels, so-called braided rivers. It can also be found on some estuaries, which is where I was looking. But it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack, the birds are tiny and the estuary enormous, they must be out there somewhere. There were plenty of birds about, feeding in the rich, shallow, tidal waters. Both Black and Black-winged Stilts, some Godwits, terns and a few other little waders, but no Wrybills. It was late morning, still and the mosquitoes were on the wing, the vast expanse of Lake Ellesmere lay before me. There was no cover about to use to sneak up on the birds, but I found a low embankment and managed to get closer to a few of the waders. The Black-winged stilts were just delightful, but it was the Wrybill I was in search of.