A few Kea at the car park came to say hello. Then very exciting to see a whole bunch up close at the lunch hut. Guarding the entrance like a toll gate. Crikey though, check out that beak! That could do some damage. A trio cheekily bounced around on their arses on the transparent plastic porch roof to entertain us, in the hope of tasty payment. Like feathery buskers. A routine all worked out: Dance, then swoop down, peck your shoe and look cute. It was all they could do not to squeeze out a little tear and point a wing into their open beaks while rubbing their bellies. And round bellies at that. I think this tactic must be pretty effective by the look of that portly parrot waistline!