The nīkau is New Zealand's only native palm, a survivor of ancient times, a tree that speaks of warmer worlds. But there was once a nīkau that made the living tree look like a shrub. A palm that towered 25 metres into the sky, its trunk twice as thick, its fronds twice as long, its flower clusters the size of a small tree. It was the giant subtropical palm, and it is gone.
Size and grace made it special. A 25-metre palm is a spectacular thing – a smooth, ringed trunk rising from the forest floor, topped with a crown of drooping fronds that could reach 5 metres in length. Its flower clusters were massive – branching structures that hung down like chandeliers, covered in tiny pink or purple flowers. Its fruit were large and bright red, a feast for the
kererū and the
kākā.
It fed the forest. The giant palm produced huge quantities of fruit each year – a pulpy, sweet, bright red berry that was irresistible to fruit-eating birds. The
kererū, the
kākā, the tūī – all would have gathered to feed. The birds swallowed the fruit whole, digested the pulp, and passed the seeds far from the parent tree. The palm depended on these birds for seed dispersal. Its fallen fronds provided shelter for insects and lizards. Its trunk was home to epiphytes – ferns, orchids, mosses – that clung to its rough bark. It was a living tower, an ecosystem in itself.
It flowered prolifically, producing massive clusters of male and female flowers on the same plant. The flowers were pollinated by insects and perhaps by birds. The fruit took a year to mature. The seeds were large and hard, requiring the grinding action of a bird's gizzard to germinate. That strategy works when the birds are abundant and the forest is intact. It fails when the forest is cleared and the birds are gone.
Logging and land clearance destroyed it. When Europeans arrived, they felled the lowland forests for timber and cleared the land for farming. The giant palm, which needed deep, rich soil and a warm, frost-free climate, could not survive in open pasture. Its seedlings were eaten by stock. Its mature trees were cut down for their straight, smooth trunks. At the same time, the
kererū and
kākā declined. Hunted for food and habitat, their populations crashed. Without the birds to disperse its seeds, the giant palm could not regenerate.
By the 1890s, it was gone. The last trees were probably felled by a farmer clearing a new paddock. He had no idea he was cutting down the last of its kind.
The living nīkau survived. It is smaller, more adaptable, able to grow in a wider range of conditions. It is the survivor, the lowland palm, the tree of the coast. But the giant subtropical palm is extinct. A few fragments of trunk in a museum drawer, a few dried fronds in a herbarium, and the memory of a palm that used to tower over the warm valleys of the north.
We logged its forest. We cleared its valleys. Then we wondered why the lowlands felt so empty.