I like birds. To me they represent evolution; they are perfectly designed. I love staring at them close up and admiring their perfect eyes and streamlined bills and dainty feets and plumed tails and their remarkable feather patterns.
I have a copy of The Simpson & Day Field Guide to the Birds of Australia, 7th Edition. It is crumpled and literally every single page is stained.
Birds that I have observed in our backyard include:
Terror of cyclists and small children everywhere, responsible for my mother’s bird phobia. There is a family of approximately thirty birds in our area, they visit our backyard often. I feed them dry cat food. They eat it from my hand.
We have two parents and their baby. They hang out on our Hill’s Hoist, and shyly take the bits of cheese I leave for them on the front veranda. I would like to invite them in to take care of our gecko problem.
I’ve been hearing them for a few days – they have a very distinctive call – but saw one today for the first time digging in the leaf litter by the shed. Was excited. Came inside to write this post.
Just constant cheepings. Constant.
So a month or so ago we had a family of two or three frogmouths move in for around a week before the Miners chased them off. I’m still a bit upset with them about that.
I love these guys. They are surprisingly huge, and utterly gorgeous. We’ve had a family on the property for a few months now so I hope they stick around. The miners sometimes bug them but not too much.
Also really noisy, in that piercing screechy way that parrots all seem to screech piercingly, and even more pervasive since they seem to travel in such enormous groups. Families of hundreds, which mostly hang out at the shopping centre down the road, but they do drop by most nights to feed, hanging upside down and hopping about like monkeys, on the bottlebrushes.
These guys get such a bad rap, and I mean they do dig up carefully cultivated gardens across the land, but I think they’re pretty fascinating. Their neck scrote only gets scrotey when they’re mating. Also a lot of people don’t realise how really massive they build their nest mounds. Like, huge.
And these guys, of course. They don’t stick around too much, I just hear them sometimes croaking harshly and clicking creepily at the top of the Poinsiana. I mean, I don’t want to discriminate, and I do think they’re awesome, but I really don’t want them to stick around. I can tune out the Miners, but not this.
That’s all I can think of right now.
P.S. Since this is my first post in a while: No, I’m not pregnant.