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A wedge-tailed eagle which posed a threat to a German schnauzer in my sister-in-law’s garden has returned with a vengeance – this time to disrupt the family’s plans to sell their home. In June I wrote that the eagle had carried off a baby wallaby from the property overlooking the Tamar north of Launceston and then eyed the schnauzer which Judith Stanton was minding while its owner, her son and his family, took a holiday. This time the swooping eagle was not looking for a … [Read more...] about The day of the eagle

The trilling, far-carrying song of the fan-tailed cuckoo announced to all in the Waterworks Valley in Dynnyrne that the spring was on the way. Snow might still be coating kunanyi/Mt Wellington on a chilly winter’s day but I knew from that morning on the march to the season of warmth and rebirth was inexorable. The cuckoo, or at least the individual leading the way, came early this year, Thursday, August 9. I keep records of such things and usually the cuckoos are not heard, … [Read more...] about Cuckoo announces spring

The annual battle against rats and mice invading gardens and homes in winter has had a tragic side-effect – birds of prey have been killed by rat poison. The damage that rodenticides are causing to our owl populations, specifically, was highlighted in an ABC news report last month but the problem has been ongoing for a number of years. When wildlife biologist Nick Mooney first raised the issue locally about a decade ago I did a quick survey of the raptors in the … [Read more...] about Death in the chicken coop

A dystopian future for our native birds was spread out before me on a recent trip to New Zealand to attend the wedding of my great niece. What I saw in New Zealand was in sharp contrast to another outdoors wedding I attended, by coincidence, a few weeks later in Launceston. Although this tale of two weddings might have had a common, happy theme in seeing two young couples setting out on a new course in their lives, it raised questions to cloud my day. This was nothing to do … [Read more...] about A land without birds

The scarlet robin sitting on the fence gave me a nod of approval. At long last I had finally got around to bringing some order to a totally overgrown and dishevelled garden and my uprooting of weeds and spreading mulch had provided some rich pickings. My wife had pointed out the robin, bowled over by its striking, fiery breast and contrasting black and white plumage on its back and tail. Surprisingly, it was the first we had ever seen in the garden although in spring I had … [Read more...] about Black currawongs win the day