shortjaw kokopu, rarest of the galaxiids

Size
Length: 20–25 cm, Weight: 100–200 g
Lifespan
5–8 years
Diet
Aquatic insects, small crustaceans and terrestrial insects that fall into water. Lives in small, steep, coastal streams with native bush cover. Secretive forest fish requiring clean, cold, shaded water.
Habitat
Small, steep, coastal streams running through native bush. Water must be clean, cold and shaded by overhanging trees. If forest is cleared, the shortjaw disappears from the area.
Range
Handful of catchments in North Island and top of South Island. Most common in small, steep, coastal streams with native forest cover. Requires clean, cold, shaded water for survival.
Endemism
Endemic
Main Threats
Habitat loss from forest clearance and stream modification is primary threat. Sedimentation from land clearance. Water pollution. Predation by introduced trout affects remaining populations.
Population
Nationally Vulnerable. Rarest of the whitebait species. Range has collapsed by more than half. Now found only in handful of catchments in North Island and top of the South Island.
Conservation Status
Nationally Vulnerable
The picky eater of the whitebait world. A fish that cannot eat what its cousins eat. Shortjaw kokopu look similar to their giant cousin. The snout is shorter and blunter. The mouth is smaller. This tiny difference changes everything. Because the mouth is small, it cannot eat the big prey that giant kokopu can. Instead, it specialises in picking tiny insects and snails off the rocks. It acts like a native trout. A fish that has to be careful about what it eats. Precision is required. Mistakes are costly. Homebodies define this species. Unlike other whitebait species that travel long distances up and down rivers, the shortjaw tends to stay in one small stretch of stream for its entire adult life. This makes them incredibly vulnerable. If a landslide blocks their bit of creek, the local population is wiped out forever. If a farmer lets cows trample the banks, the result is the same. They cannot just move to the next valley. A fish that cannot relocate. The isolation is absolute. The risk is total. Fussy parents lay their eggs in damp leaf litter at the edge of the stream. The eggs are not in the water itself. They wait for a big flood to wash the eggs into the river. There they hatch and float out to sea. This risky strategy worked for millions of years. It fails when the forest is gone. It fails when the floods become too violent. A fish that depends on disaster. The balance is delicate. The timing is critical. The outcome is uncertain. To find a shortjaw is to find a perfect little stream. It is a healthy, shaded, untouched piece of old New Zealand. It still works the way it is supposed to. The water is clear. The banks are stable. The canopy is intact. The shortjaw thrives here. It hides under a rock. It waits for night. The flood will come. The eggs will hatch. The fish will go to sea and return. It does not know the floods are getting worse. It does not know the forest is shrinking. It just waits. That is all it can do. The stream is its world. The leaf litter is its nursery. The current is its highway. The ocean is its mystery. The return is its miracle. The survival is its burden. The shortjaw persists in the shadows. It avoids the light. It avoids the open water. It stays close to the bank. It stays close to the roots. It stays alive. For now. The vulnerability is structural. The habitat is shrinking. The pressure is increasing. The shortjaw has no escape. It has no alternative. It has only the stream. And the stream is changing.