The seasons of nature’s rebirth – spring and summer – are always celebrated with both joy and a little pain. Although each year when spring dawns I grow excited at its prospect, at the thought of which breeding birds and nests I will discover, my enthusiasm is tempered by the thought it will not always have a happy ending. The story of the pink robin family I wrote about last month is a case in point. As I mentioned in the earlier column, this spring I was ecstatic to come … [Read more...] about No happy ending for pink robins
Parrot demise no laughing matter
Although it’s only a little, swift-flying bird – barely 25 centimetres in length from the tip of its beak to the end of its long tail – it has the ability to steal hearts and minds. And the means to deny Tasmania the global certification for its timber industry the state so desperately needs. The swift parrot flies through our consciousness like no other Tasmanian bird. It has a certain cache in wildlife terms and when it comes to talking endangered species, it leaves others … [Read more...] about Parrot demise no laughing matter
‘Joe Witty’ sounds alarm
It’s still dark, the early morning light trying to find the crack in the bedroom curtains where they have not been pulled tight together the night before. I should be fast sleep, but I’m wide awake. The loud, piercing call of a grey shrike-thrush is penetrating the bedroom ahead of the yellow rays of a rising sun. It’s like an alarm clock that can’t be turned off. Although the “joe witty” song of the shrike-thrush is one of the most familiar sounds of suburbia and the bush, … [Read more...] about ‘Joe Witty’ sounds alarm
Wood ducks recorded for posterity
The wood duck family looked content and happy enough on the banks of the Huon River in Franklin. And secure and safe from the attention of a swamp harrier quartering the marshland a little distance away. Every year I hunt for the first chicks of the breeding season, and here I had found them. A remarkable number – 14 in all – chewing the fresh new shoots of grass at the water’s edge. It was a pleasant surprise to see the wood duck family because the first chicks I usually … [Read more...] about Wood ducks recorded for posterity
Herons on the catwalk
“Beware the blue cranes,” I shouted to the metallic skinks as I rearranged the log pile into a neater shape, hoping it would be the last time I’d need a fuel supply for my wood heater this year. A far greater danger presented itself to the skinks than the unlikely event of being crushed between pine and peppermint gum. The same hot spring sunshine which had brought out the skinks to bask on bark had also brought the white-faced herons into the suburbs looking for a quick and … [Read more...] about Herons on the catwalk