A pair of flittering, fluttering yellow-throated honeyeaters caught the golden rays of a late-afternoon sun. They resembled fireflies flying in zig-zag flight at tropical dusk, on wings that appeared translucent in the mellow, autumnal light. The flight of the yellowthroats, though, was not a dance in silence. It had music, a musical, descending chortle, which I always call the sound of autumn. In the still air it reverberated between wattle and gum, cushioned by a carpet … [Read more...] about Lovely honeyeater flies beneath the radar