Also there is footage from the live cam (the last few hours of a very long process.) And facts (on weight etc.) here.
The reason why it needed to be defrosted is because last year when it turned up in a trawler's net, Te Papa Museum refurbishments meant there was no space for them to prepare it for preservation, and so it had to be frozen until the refurbishments were finished.
The really, really, giant colossal squid; which experts believe could be hovering deep in oceanic canyons down near the Antarctic; have yet to be brought to the surface, or even witnessed. Steve O'Shea has long been on this creature's trail.
I met Steve and co-researcher Kat Bolstad about six years ago now, during an Arts Festival in Stewart Island. Their knowledge and passion for giant squid is impressive - and always served with large doses of humour and fun. I found them great company; they are downright likeable, level headed people. (I have a soft spot for level headed people.) I mean, what could be more down-to-earth and unpretentious than a world-renowned expert on giant squid who is a huge fan of Neil Diamond?
I was in Stewart Island for a Natural Science Writing Festival organised and run by Michael Tobias and Jane Gray Morrison of the Dancing Star Foundation. Their warmth and generosity helped make it a wonderful trip of which I have vivid, lasting memories.
In the corner of the pub that looks out
on to the harbour at night,
masts of boats drift; dark crosses
hanging in a mist
that annoys the oyster fishermen.
At this table microbiologists
and makers of nature-films
drink beer in the din of Stewart Island
locals and a juke box, and talk
about the intricacies and intrigues
of giant squid, their small brain,
their looks - ghostly, ugly
(yet it could be argued,
mesmeric, mysterious). Of tigers
in the snow in Siberia.
Of how many Type-A scientists
there are. Of the detective work
of research. Of the raw tenderness
of raped oceans - straits dredged,
raked, scraped clean of aeons of coral.
Steve goes out for a smoke. Jane tells us
about her macaw back home
in Santa Monica; how to wake her up
it picks and pings her sleep-mask.