Yesterday morning I was back bird watching along the Condamine River at Henry Joppich Park. Usually I bird watch for 2 hours but I have to admit to only 80minutes due to needing to attend a workshop.
I stepped out of my car and my ears immediately pricked. The whistling kites were whistling nearby. I instinctively smiled. A good start to the day. I grabbed my binoculars and camera and made the descent to the river. I could see ahead a mound on the path. A wallaby, a dog? Resting in a morning sunbeam perhaps? Unfortuantely not.
Every Moment has the Potential to Surprise
What I had found was a dorper cross lamb quite gone from the world. I feel it safe to presume the lamb had wandered from its mother the night before becoming irrevocably lost. Far from its mother’s warmth and it had died of hypothermia.
I moved around the lamb and continued on. I found a patch of sun beside the river and waited.
Persona non Grata
Whistling kites circled overhead as willie-wagtails, cockatiels and galahs sought to push them onwards. The kites landed in a decaying tree and were joined by two crows. It was not unlike watching a society’s outcasts finding common ground over the fact that they are outcasts. They seemed at ease with eachother occassionally fluffing feathers but always watching their surrounds for prey. An oblivious pigeon flies to close, heads turn but before the kties can give chase, the pigeon is gone. A lucky escape.
Learning to Roll with It
I made the unwise choice of attempting to photograph the scene. My hands were removed from my ski gloves. Numbed from the icey air, my fingers fumbled with the tripod and camera. I moved slowly in fear of one inadvisable move might send the tripod into the river below. I had to concentrate to manipulate my cold-deadened fingers. Dials usually spin about ewith ease but not today. The camera was finally ready, I pressed the shutter to focus the lens… The kites took flight. I sighed, and took the photo of the one remaining crow.
I decided to move further down the river and away from this contemptuous corvid.
Down stream were four pelicans. There is something about the pelican that warms my heart. The four circled eachother as they searched for fish or whatever may take their fancy. Dusky moorhens, pacific black ducks and Australian black ducks followed in their wake.
After receiving my fill of pelican antics my eyes turn to a dead tree across the river. I know a little pied cormorant frequents this tree and hoped to see it again. In its place there was an Australasian darter waving its characterstic elognated neck as its wings dried in the morning sun. Suddently, two black cormorants flew past followed by the little pied cormorant. Rather chuffed I sat and watched waiting for further guest appearances.
Here I ended my morning. Shorter than usual perhaps but fruitful nonetheless.
I have now made available my bird watching data on eBird.
|Australian Wood Duck (Chenonetta jubata)|
|Pacific Black Duck (Anas superciliosa)|
|Crested Pigeon (Ocyphaps lophotes)|
|Peaceful Dove (Geopelia placida)|
|Dusky Moorhen (Gallinula tenebrosa)|
|Australasian Darter (Anhinga novaehollandiae)|
|Little Pied Cormorant (Microcarbo melanoleucos)|
|Little Black Cormorant (Phalacrocorax sulcirostris)|
|Australian Pelican (Pelecanus conspicillatus)|
|Whistling Kite (Haliastur sphenurus)|
|Galah (Eolophus roseicapilla)|
|Little Corella (Cacatua sanguinea)|
|Sulphur-crested Cockatoo (Cacatua galerita)|
|Cockatiel (Nymphicus hollandicus)|
|Australian King-Parrot (Alisterus scapularis)|
|Eastern Rosella (Platycercus eximius)|
|Red-rumped Parrot (Psephotus haematonotus)|
|Rainbow Lorikeet (Trichoglossus haematodus)|
|Purple-backed/Variegated Fairywren (Malurus assimilis/lamberti)|
|Superb Fairywren (Malurus cyaneus)|
|Brown Honeyeater (Lichmera indistincta)|
|Australian Magpie (Gymnorhina tibicen)|
|Willie Wagtail (Rhipidura leucophrys)|
|Magpie-lark (Grallina cyanoleuca)|
|Torresian Crow (Corvus orru)|
|Welcome Swallow (Hirundo neoxena)|
|Fairy Martin (Petrochelidon ariel)|
|Common Myna (Acridotheres tristis)|