I remember walking down the road in Kerikeri one day and seeing a flash of orange from a blackbird’s beak.  I remember as a child having to come in from playtime and go to bed when it was still light outside and listening to the blackbird’s song.  A memory of place. The nostalgia of sound.

As an immigrant to New Zealand I can understand why the European colonisers brought their birds, and while there is a connection to personal memory of place and time, childhood summers, bird song and to the nostalgic pieces of ‘home’ these birds, brought by European settlers, could also be signifiers of physical and environmental colonisation.