What I'll miss: (well maybe not so much when it all starts decaying and gets a bit smelly) - the krill. Is it really krill? That's what we call it anyway, waves of small red crustceans floating in on some mysterious tides and then being stranded on the Otago peninsula beaches, attracting the shrieking ecstacy of karoro and other birds.
What I'll miss when we move closer to the city: driving back late at night over the spine of Otago Peninsula after a long day in town, looking down to the Southern Ocean; the lights of the squid boats.
Last saw them in early March, they were fat, and red, in breeding costume, ready to fly away on that mad long journey. It was what I've come to think of as 'godwit weather', grey, misty, drizzly, and as almost always here, pretty windy. They're not easy to spot - they blend in so well with the sand and the edge of the tide that they are almost transparent.
I think they left around about then. Last year I was lucky enough to see them go - in their flying wedge, circling once then climbing away.
That was just a day or so before the terrible quake and tsunami in Japan.
I worry about them. Where were they when the East Asian catastrophes were at their worst? Have they flown through any radioactivity? have their stopover feeding grounds been destroyed or contaminated?
New Tabby (not the starving stray any more, you may note) looks wistfully out at the swans and ducks and gulls and pied stilts and oystercatchers. We don't let him out there; we don't think it's responsible.
Our two years at sea level at the edge of the tide are coming to an end. We're moving to a brick house on a hill. There'll be a lot to miss but the cat will get outside more once we move further away from the wildlife paradise.
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.