We first saw the merbunny nearly a year ago, while we were returning home from the city to our new beach house late at night, driving along the narrow road, harbour on one side, steep cliffs on the other.
What was that our car lights had picked up, running across the road in front of us from the sea wall to the sheer clay bank? A rabbit? Where had it been? On that side there was only a rock wall and the sea below!
It's a mer-rabbit, not brer-rabbit, we joked, not quite sure if we could believe our eyes. But once or twice in the year since, we have spotted a similar sight at a similar spot. A rabbit, either running to or from the little rock beach.
Was it really a merbunny family? Were they feasting on the sea lettuce?
And then the other day we acquired photographic evidence: down below the road, among the rocks and the seaweed, was the merbunny...
The top Geonet graph is a record of the aftershocks in the past 24 hours; the one below it is the picture early last week, 3 days after the massive shallow earthquake near Christchurch. I guess the tremors are reducing in magnitude over all, and are perhaps less frequent; but what a barrage!
Couldn't blame the poor locals for still feeling under siege in this extraordinary natural disaster which has done such terrible damage to NZ's second largest city.
And yet because of the timing of the quake just after the Friday night-life dissipated, and before the Saturday morning early birds were out and about, and because of NZ's strict building codes, there was no earthquake injury death at all... a miracle...
The only earth tremor I have felt was the original shock which was huge and terrifying even at a great distance. In Dunedin just after 4.35 am we felt an enormous but gentle swaying and rolling that seemed to go on for over a minute and woke most people. Some cupboard doors opened and closed and lights swayed dramatically and a few things that were poorly placed fell down to the floor. The Dunedin town clock and the University Registry Clock both stopped.
My heart goes out to those who have suffered damage and who are still faced with the anxiety with each aftershock of wondering how big THIS one is going to be...
According to the famous mathematical thought experiment, Schroedinger's cat is neither dead nor alive. So it's a cool concept if you don't like being locked into binaries. Not so good if you don't like being locked into a lethal booby-trapped box. And from the cat's point of view, there is no ambiguity at all.