This morning I woke up - not to the sound of my alarm telling me to get out of bed and see some birds, but to the pouring tropical rain and howling winds I had been dreading. My disappointment lasted a whole minute before I was back asleep. An hour later, all was quiet again and we set off despite the ominous clouds. We got Dad to drop us off on a road between two mountains and elected to walk back. Hoping for Cook Islands Fruit-Doves and Rarotonga Monarchs, only Pacific Imperial-Pigeons broke the myna monotony. Oh well.
Like the tourists we were, we joined a lagoon cruise and over one of the motu (islets) flew a single Red-Footed Booby - our first for the trip. Another bird down! Funnily enough, this was the only new bird for the trip - our early morning was fruit(dove)-less. The tour also allowed us to see our first white-phase Reef Heron, as well as tattlers, noddies and terns.