We walk into a shelter disguised as a marae. A lady comes and calmly collects a brown baby kiwi out of the box. We all are quiet. When the kiwi comes to me I pat it but then... it clicks, I jump back. I pat the kiwi again then it clicks once more. I think in my head “third is always the best” so I pat it once more then it, it doesn't click (did you know that a kiwis feathers are quite rough?). I ask the lady “why does it click?”
She said “it is sacred and the kiwi is just trying to scare us” (It was almost working on me).
It makes this noise by rubbing its beak together, it sounds a bit like an electric fence. The lady continues letting room 16 pat the kiwi, and the kiwi continues clicking away. Everyone had a pat so the lady put the kiwi back in the box.