Dancing on the Edge of the World
Everyone has a story about birds. They are all about us and are our contact point with nature. The birds I see are usually in an urban environment and so I concentrate on these in my writing. I don’t pretend to be an expert but birds of the city and suburb are also the ones that most people identify with, the species you do not need a compass and binoculars to seek out. A scarlet robin singing in a garden is just as exciting as a swift parrot in an ancient forest and is worth just as many words in my On the Wing writings, which appear weekly in the Sunday Tasmanian.
By Don Knowler
The haunting whistle of a green rosella cut through the early-morning mist. A Bridgewater Jerry had laid a meandering carpet of pure-white cloud across the Derwent and I presumed the rosella had sought higher ground to escape the mist. The rosella, hidden within or behind a line of ornamental fir … [Read More...]
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By Don Knowler
People power has been in play to save birds from being poisoned by lethal rodenticides which also have the capacity to kill pets and harm children. Thousands of animal lovers have in recent year been campaigning to have the distribution of a new generation of rat and mice poisons restricted and now … [Read More...]
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By Don Knowler
A yellow-throated honeyeater was making the most of fine, warm weather during the autumnal equinox. Instinct honed over the eons told the yellowthroat that equal parts night and day meant winter was approaching. Although the first day of March is on our calendars the official start of autumn, … [Read More...]
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By Don Knowler
The albatross zig-zagged across the curling, tossing waves, its wings like great blades, separating sea from sky. First one as we left the sheltered Bathurst Harbour in the far south-west. And then, suddenly, there was an ocean of these magnificent birds. It seemed shy albatrosses were crossing bow … [Read More...]
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By Don Knowler
A bright, early-morning sun dazzled the eyes as it bounced off a carpet of mud at Goulds Lagoon, Austins Ferry. I blinked and strained to focus my eyes. Against the reflected harsh light I could see tiny shapes moving, scurrying across the mud like crabs on a beach. Just silhouettes. All the same … [Read More...]
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By Don Knowler
Under the trees, autumn arrives as a scent; the smell of damp decay, as the summer plants give way to fungi. The days shorten, the sun drops ever lower behind wattle and gum, and the hot dust of summer settles. It is time for the Cinderella of the natural world, fungi, to make an … [Read More...]
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