A bit of bad news for me today, but good news in another way. I broke my ankle heading down from Kākāriki Hatch to the aviary. It occurred only about 30 seconds after entering the hatch. I started slipping (a layer of dead leaves over super-slippery clay on a short but steep bank), and with hindsight, was trying to protect my camera on my hip. This meant I landed facing sideways instead of facing out. I heard and felt two clicks, and immediately felt a sore ankle. It didn't seem too bad though and thought that a bit of use would help out, and I'd be OK to continue on the day's tasks. We (myself and Peter Hayes) continued down to the aviary. I took my boot off for a look, and immediately knew I was in trouble. My ankle was swollen big time, about 15 minutes after the accident. Peter fortunately had a constrictive bandage which we used to wrap my ankle. Peter is also a vet, so had more knowledge of such things than I did. I had never had a broken limb, or even a sprain before now.
I knew I had to get up the hill and back to the vehicle while I could still walk so promptly but carefully headed back up. End result, Weber B fibula fracture and I was in plaster by the end of the day and facing six weeks on crutches.
Long story short, I made an offer to DOC that I use my six weeks immobile to process the backlog of trailcam data; it would mean we'd all have the data and I'd avoid dying of boredom/frustration. It would also mean I'd be still very much entrenched in the lives of my little green friends, although via a PC screen. DOC agreed and arranged to send me the data.