There is a tui sitting in the tree outside my window. From my desk, I can see it basking in the sun. Its shiny green feathers caught my eye, and the white tufts under its beak confirmed its identity. Thanks to the bird sanctuary a couple of suburbs away, tui are now one of the most common birds in the city. But each time I see one I get a thrill – I grew up on farmland near the coast, and we only saw tui (if we were lucky) when we visited the bush further inland. This tui has his feathers fluffed up, and he is calling regularly. I speculate (I am completely ignorant on their mating habits) that he is a youth, seeking perhaps his first mate for the winter. I hope he is successful. He deserves happiness after bringing some to my afternoon.