Just recently, Ben spent an afternoon out in the vineyard with a truck deck loaded up with small wooden ‘houses’. He was on a mission to put up some owl and falcon stations after talking to local man Edward Bongers, and had accepted delivery of 7 of the pre-made dwellings.
Now, Ben is a bit of a kiwi bloke (well, a lot of a kiwi bloke really – I’m allowed to say it, I’m his wife!) but every now and then we get to see his soft side. Last year it was a hawk which injured its wing and unfortunately had to be euthanized by the SPCA. This year, it’s come in the form of a Little Brown Owl.
We’ve had our very own ‘Mr Owl’ this year (named by Ben and Martin) who has hung out in an old tree stump just down from the winery and restaurant. We regularly saw him early mornings and in the evening and the girls in the office would often overhear Martin or Ben ask one another if they’d seen ‘Mr Owl’ lately. We’ve seen him being a bit of a dare devil too, scaring the life out of Fiona by flying full tilt into the front office window (Fi screamed – loudly – just for the record!). He fair shook the building, eventually shook his own head and picked himself up off the deck to fly back home – where all good owls should be during the day.
One of our neighbours had obviously noticed him too, hence the introduction of the bird houses – there are two types. One type is for the owl and another type is for falcons which are great birds to have on and around your vineyard due to their amazing hunting capabilities. Don’t know quite how they know whose home is whose but we understand that they work it out.
So now Ben has placed these homes around various Waimea vineyards and we are hoping to soon see them filled with the correct species.



Behaviour and ecology of the Little Brown Owl
This is a sedentary species which is found in open country such as mixed farmland and parkland. It takes prey such as insects, earthworms, amphibians, but also small birds and mammals. It can attack birds of considerable size like game birds. It is partly diurnal and often perches boldly and prominently during the day.[2]
It becomes more vocal in nights as the breeding season approaches. Nest location varies based on the habitat, nests being found in holes in trees, rocks, cliffs, river banks, walls, buildings etc.[2] It lays 3-5 eggs which are incubated by the female for 28–29 days, with a further 26 days to fledging. Little Owls will also nest in buildings, both abandoned and those fitted with custom owl nest boxes. If living in an area with a large amount of human activity, Little Owls may grow used to man and will remain on their perch, often in full view, while humans are around.
Falcons for Grapes programme
In 2005 funding was given by the Ministry of Agriculture and Forestry towards a programme that uses the falcons to control birds that damage grapes and act as pests in vineyards as well as monitoring the birds and establishing a breeding population in the vicinity of the Marlborough wine region.[6] Initially, four falcons were relocated to the vineyards from the surrounding hills. After the release of a further 15 birds breeding began to occur – the first time it is thought to have happened since land clearance 150 years ago. A major ongoing threat to the birds is electrocution on electricity distribution transformers with a fifth of the birds killed in this manner.[7][8]
Poetry: —
The Owl and the Pussy-cat
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat.
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up at the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
‘O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!’
Pussy said to the Owl,’You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long have we tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?’
They sailed away for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
‘Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?’ Said the Piggy, ‘I will.’
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
— Edward Lear