In my many writings I have always liked the wildlife, particularly birds. Today I saw a few different varieties here on East coast of Australia.
One is a purple bird orange legs with long claws, wears a solid top like a helmut and likes the dam where we are. I am told it is a purple swamp wren and its quite a character. Its loud screech make it quite an unusual character.
I keep seeing a stork flying above me in the skies as we are driving the large wings suggest its size. Its all white and its majestic in flight.
Down by the river pelicans sit in their traditional spots on posts near the wharf.
The other day I saw a black grey and white bird which looked liked a butcherbird and the song it sang was a giveaway. Later I discovered it was a pied butcherbird as it moved near the birdbath.
There was one that looked like a wattle bird without the distinct red sacks around face. It decided it wanted a feed of a plant close to the house and it was in no hurry to leave.
White Cockatoos are common here and a local says if you see a group together it could rain.
We also have chickens roosting so they are tagging along if we are around the house. They just love being around you and love building themselves into the sand or dirt to protect themselves from parasites.
The crows look large here and they make an unusual sound before their traditional song which I haven’t heard before.
Saw some brush turkeys with their colorful aboriginal patterns near the waterhole. Wife’s sister actually sat out in mounds and it was so warm it was worth checking it out.
Today I found out from my wife’s family friend that currowongs are quite timid and different nature to kookaburras. This explains why it turns up after the bold kookas arrive and asks for meat. One even sits on his arm and turns his head to receive feed. One year there were 7 kookas with babies so it was a procession of kookas on the balcony. As to grey butcherbirds they have no fear arriving at same time as kookaburras to ask for meat.
In the distance black cockatoos speak like a rasp in throat as they head over the water together , a distinct echo can be heard when still.
Closer to the ocean I can see a goshawk flying in the breeze catching the thermals which was like poetry in motion to watch.
That’s all for now until I venture out another day.