The wind dropped a fraction, but it was still blustery enough to make the boat trip to the kiwi location rocky. Grace sat beside Cullen, too excited to feel discomfort. Cullen dropped his arm along the back of her seat while they listened to their guides talk about what to expect once they reached the shore.
“First,” Anna, their female guide, said, her attitude as perky as her pigtails. “Remember, these are wild birds. While we will do our best to find a kiwi for you to watch, nature doesn’t perform on cue. I need you to walk behind me in a single file. Make sure you aim your flashlight at the ground, and the second I give the signal, please switch off your torch. Remain silent and walk as quietly as possible so we can hear the kiwi. The kiwi probes the ground with their beak to grab grub
