I’ll start this week’s column where last week’s finished: “When we lose something or someone because they, like the kiwi, aren’t able to adapt, we’re as much the losers as they are.”

To which one Commenter replied, “Then how do you move into the future? Children miss their teddy bears when they grow up. Would you recommend keeping the factory line that makes buggy whips? There’s only room for so much stuff, whether it’s an economy or an ecosystem.”

And so, a question: Is a mainframe computer in any way comparable to a teddy bear? A kiwi? A tuna?

When I wrote about how sad it would be were the kiwi to lose its battle with extinction, I was thinking in terms of its intangible value for our sensibilities. I might just as easily, and just as accurately talked about the impact of the unescapable dominance of electric vehicles on drivers who love the sound of a muscle car revving its engine.

Or the impact of machine learning on the value we derive from the chess grandmaster archetype.

Or, let’s spin ourselves into the unavoidable future in which robotic football players replace their current-day human counterparts. Will Packer fans be as loyal and enthusiastic rooting for PX-6783-93-c as they now root for Aaron Rodgers?

That something is inevitable in no way makes it desirable.

But the kiwi’s plight, and that of the tuna, informs us in other ways more directly applicable to organizational strategy, tactics, and operations.

What’s important for business professionals to understand about the kiwi is that it’s a very well-designed bird. Well designed, that is, for an environment in which seeds, grubs, and worms are plentiful for them to eat, while nothing wants to eat them. In this situation, strong beaks and talons would be wasted — high-energy predation is pointless. The same is true for growing wings and the other adaptations necessary for flight.

If you’re in a parallel business situation — your company enjoys, say, a monopoly — there isn’t much point in developing the capabilities businesses develop to make them more competitive.

Contrast the kiwi with the tuna. Until very recently (in the context of evolutionary timescales), size gave tuna significant advantages: they could eat bigger prey; they could swim faster letting them catch bigger prey and escape from bigger predators.

As humans have become the most important tuna predator, size — because it’s what human commercial tuna piscators prize most — has become a disadvantage.

A business parallel? Try this: In a stable marketplace, businesses should grow. Size confers increased throughput and economies of scale throughout, whether the subject is raw materials, manufacturing, or distribution.

But in an unstable marketplace, a corporate behemoth can find itself suffering from too much capacity, while at the same time lacking what it needs to rapidly adapt to changing circumstances: research-and-development facilities to develop the products and services customers now want; the marketing capabilities needed to sell to unfamiliar markets; and skill at intentional business change so the whole organization knows how to operate in the new situation.

This is, by the way, where many Digital advocates get into trouble: Digital strategies, business capabilities, and underlying technologies are presented as universal requirements, or as panacea-level solutions all businesses must adopt or else die.

But there are no universal requirements or panaceas. As pointed out in the KJR Manifesto, there are no best practices, only practices that fit best.

The reverse also matters: Success can be an organization’s worst enemy, because success can blind business leaders to emerging threats, not to mention opportunities.

We can imagine members of the Kiwi Evolution Planning Committee debating priorities shortly after the first Rattus norvegicus appeared on New Zealand’s shores. Would its members have recognized the severity of the threat, or minimized it so as to rationalize the importance of respecting budgetary “realities”?

Would they have been willing to abandon the kiwi way of life — of flightlessness, grubbing in the underbrush for food, growing feathers that look like hair, and lacking any anatomical features useful for defense?

Or would they have told each other that rats would never make it in New Zealand because their teeth were too sharp, their pace too fast, and fecundity way too high compared to kiwi best practices?

Because we like kiwis more than we like rats (we all do, don’t we?) we’d all surely hope the KEPC would have chosen an evolutionary path that would have given them the upper hand … uh … wing.

And we’d forgive them if, as they figured it all out, they paused to regret having to lose some of what makes a kiwi a kiwi in the first place.

It started with an epic face plant.

We were walking home from dinner our first night in New Zealand (Mexican, as “New Zealand cuisine” really isn’t a thing) when I tripped on a curb, then caught my other foot on a trolley track.

No, following the impact I didn’t see kiwis circling my head. I didn’t see all that much of anything other than the pavement inches from my eyeballs.

Sharon yelled for help. I did my part by regaining consciousness. Six total strangers did more than their part, rushing over to help me to a bench, provide additional tissues so I stopped bleeding over everything, and make sure I was stable enough to make it back to our hotel.

We’d planned our itinerary carefully, but somehow hadn’t thought to include a visit to the local emergency room on it. Being flexible tourists we added it to our list.

Being flexible medical professionals, the good folks there confirmed via CT scan that my skull still contained a brain, and, by dint of my knowing my date of birth and current year that it was at least minimally functioning. An EKG and an hour or so of additional observation later they assured us that if I was stubborn enough to make it to our tour that morning there was no medical reason for me to skip it.

Oh, and they did ask Sharon whether my nose looked like that before it made contact with the pavement.

“Looked like what?” I inquired, but didn’t receive a fully satisfactory answer.

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When I travel, as when I consult, one of my goals is to find a word or short phrase that seems to capture the experience.

There was, for example, the client described thusly: “We have a blame-oriented culture and it’s your fault!”

My take on New Zealand: “Relaxed, friendly, and imperturbable.”

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A different take: For New Zealanders, geology is as personal as the weather is for Minnesotans. Christchurch, for example, was hammered by earthquakes not that many years back and is still re-building. We were told that in one of the particularly severe tremblors, slippage along the fault line exceeded a meter in just this one tectonic event. Our own earthquakes are severe with just a centimeter or two of displacement.

Not that all of New Zealand’s geology is fearful. Some of its landscapes are reminiscent of Colorado and others have a Scottish feel. But then there’s Rotorua with its crystalline sink holes, geysers, and fumaroles. It’s like a landscape from another planet.

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Another stray thought:

Even the most respectful American, asked about our indigenous people, will talk about their culture and accomplishments, they being the Sioux, Iroquois, Chocktaw, Chippewa, and other tribal nations.

For most of us, their history isn’t part of our history so much as our respective histories intersect, and mostly in unfortunate ways.

Ask your average Kiwi the equivalent question and you’ll find he or she takes as much pride in Maori culture and accomplishments as in anything that came from her or his British heritage.

New Zealand’s history is one history that includes both.

It isn’t that Kiwis eschew us-vs-them-ism altogether. Aussie jokes are quite popular, told with all the venom Minnesotans inject into our Iowa jokes.

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One more observation: There’s always someone.

While in the Te Puia Maori museum area we entered the kiwi exhibit, hoping to catch a glimpse. As kiwis are nocturnal the exhibit is darkened during daylight hours. The sign at the entrance could not have been more clear: No photography, no talking, no tapping on the glass to get the birds’ attention.

So of course, a tourist tried to sneak a smartphone photo while talking loudly to his buddies, one of whom tapped on the glass.

I’m selfishly glad to report they weren’t Americans.

Even more selfishly, I’m delighted to report that we saw an actual kiwi in spite of them.

Before humans reached New Zealand the only mammals on the island were two species of bat, and the only top-level predators … well, there weren’t any.

When humans colonize, rats and mice are never far behind. Someone thought introducing rabbits would be clever; to get the rabbit population under control someone else decided feral cats would be just the thing.

And so kiwis, adapted as they are to a predator-free environment, are endangered.

Which leads to this thought: Change is inevitable, which makes adapting to change a necessity. And yet, when we lose something or someone because they, like the kiwi, aren’t able to adapt, we’re as much the losers as they are.