The angry sea
Close to my Otago Peninsula home there’s a creek called Smith’s running into Otago Harbour, and I walk to it most mornings. By the bridge one crisp autumn day, I was astonished to see a scattering of strange fish lying flat and stranded in the rocky intertidal zone, a dozen of them, unearthly silver with forked tails and big eyes suggesting they inhabit the ocean’s dim-lit depths. Turns out they were a school of youngish Ray’s bream, a species more usually found offshore in northern waters up to 1000m deep. Since then, during winter, there have been more strandings of these fish at several Otago beaches and inlets, including hundreds of them washed up near Waitati. Bream do migrate, and maybe large numbers were enticed south by ocean warming or changes…