Writers have been among the most astute observers of the natural world and the human place within it. The first wildlife writers – or writers of “nature notes” as they were more likely to be called in earlier centuries – found their inspiration embraced by forest, mountain and stream. Nature writers today, however, are more likely to be found in suburb and city. Like many of the animals, birds and butterflies they capture in word, they have migrated to an environment … [Read more...] about Wildwords, a history of “new nature” writing
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Frigate birds head south
The “twitchers” of the Tasmanian bird-watching community are all abuzz – or should I say all a-twitter – about the sighting of two seabirds never officially recorded in the state’s waters. The birds are lesser and great frigate birds which are normally found on islands and seas within the Great Barrier Reef in Queensland. The birds – a flock of them in one instance – were spotted on the east coast of Tasmania about the same time the terrible storms struck the south-east and … [Read more...] about Frigate birds head south
Sadness turns to joy
The drought had finally broken and a pair of dusky robins told me so along the upper reaches of the Sandy Bay Rivulet just below Fern Tree. The robins flitted through the branches of stringybark and dogwood, as a raging torrent of water rushed down the rivulet, heading towards the sea. It had been a bleak summer and autumn for birds where I usually find them in the foothills of kunanyi/Mt Wellington. The drought had driven just about every ground-feeding, insect-eating … [Read more...] about Sadness turns to joy
Sadness turns to joy
The drought had finally broken and a pair of dusky robins told me so along the upper reaches of the Sandy Bay Rivulet just below Fern Tree. The robins flitted through the branches of stringybark and dogwood, as a raging torrent of water rushed down the rivulet, heading towards the sea. It had been a bleak summer and autumn for birds where I usually find them in the foothills of kunanyi/Mt Wellington. The drought had driven just about every ground-feeding, insect-eating … [Read more...] about Sadness turns to joy
Guerrilla in the grevilleas
A little bird darted by on chilly winds drifting down from kunanyi/Mount Wellington. It was gone in a flash, the blink of an eye, but I knew what it was immediately. There were two clues. Black and white feathers in a long tail, and a yellow-throated honeyeater in hot pursuit. The pick-pocket of the bird world, the eastern spinebill, was doing what it does best at the start of winter in the Waterworks Reserve bordering South Hobart – raiding the yellowthroat’s “honey pot” … [Read more...] about Guerrilla in the grevilleas