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Autumn had arrived and I could feel it in my bones, in my soul, and the striated pardalotes could feel it, too. All spring and summer their incessant “pick-me-up” triple-syllable song had bounced across the garden and through my home. Now the pardalotes had fallen silent and were on their way to wintering grounds on the other side of Bass Strait. Autumn always arrives quietly, almost imperceptibly. There’s no fanfare as in spring, when the sun suddenly shines strong and … [Read more...] about Striated pardalotes fall silent

The forest raven swayed back and forth on the upper branches of a wattle, its body twitching and turning to maintain balance, but its head as steady as its intense stare. The raven looked straight at me, concentration rippling its facial feathers, trying to make sense of this human, stretchered, wired and dripped in a hospital bed. I, in turn, was trying to make sense of a raven fascinated by the comings and goings in a Hobart orthopaedic hospital ward. I should have been … [Read more...] about The dark side of crows

Like the ebb and flow of the tides, the coming and going of the seasons, birds are in constant movement. We know of the great migrations and the migration routes which criss-cross the world but even birds which appear at first glance sedentary and resident in a specific area are often moving from one location to another. The latest news from the bird world in Tasmania is that coots are on the march. A reader wrote late last year to say he had noticed coots – members of the … [Read more...] about Coots on the move

Heads down, the jersey cattle feeding in a paddock were oblivious to the life and death struggle taking place about them. A purple storm cloud gathered on the near horizon and I had decided to return to my car from the fields in the Huon Valley, where I had been out searching for a plover of open countryside, the banded lapwing. It was the sort of dark and foreboding cloud that foretold lightning and I didn’t want to be caught out in the open. So I hurried among the … [Read more...] about Life and death in the paddock

On slender wings, a shy albatross rode the crests of waves one stormy day in the Derwent. I had been told many years ago that it was possible to see albatrosses in zig-zag flight on the bay but I hardly believed it. On journeys on roads fronting the Derwent I always instead kept my eyes peeled for another wonder of the natural world, the peregrine falcon, which uses the Derwent, or more precisely the air above it, as its playground. This day, as usual, I had one eye on the … [Read more...] about Albatrosity on the high seas