My friends joked “Ah, bird flu” when I explained the reason I had been out of circulation for a week or so – a bad case of influenza. I soon grew tired of the joke as, during my confinement, I had found a yellow wattlebird and its raucous song no laughing matter. When you are feeling poorly, with a throat that feels like sandpaper, the last thing you want is a yellow wattlebird to arrive in the garden, with its harsh, guttural “song”. In some country districts I’ve even … [Read more...] about Winter woes and a song to forget