We have a high walled courtyard off the main bathroom.
When my children were preschoolers, they planted a branch of cypress there.
Surprisingly, a pine tree grew. It must have come up from a seed on the stick.
The kids thought themselves master gardeners, especially when a pair of Willie Wagtails built a nest in that pine.
Christmas Day was yesterday. I didn’t imagine it, but birds seemed to be in on the human celebrations, tweeting from 5 am to 7 pm. Especially the Cockies who are kind of cocky at the best of times.
You rarely see something so enchanting it seems like an illusion, but that’s what happened last spring.
The absolute need to replace ourselves is scratched deep into the DNA of every living creature. But few birds have such an awesome courtship display as the Blue-billed Duck.
Welcome Swallows are the most prolific and resilient birds I know. A flock of them breed permanently at my farm house, getting through to the eaves.
I heard a plaintive cry outside the lounge room. It usually means the finches are in danger; that either a goanna or a snake threatened.
I’ve never watched the birds unclothed before. I was so focused on a young Sulphur-Crested Cockatoo out my bathroom window, I didn’t even grab a towel.
Rainbow Bee-eaters are back from wintering in north Queensland or New Guinea.
A Bee Bird, a Woodswallow, a Skimmer, a Bluey, a Jackie Martin and even a Sordid Woodswallow are all names given to one of my fave birds - the Dusky Woodswallow.
