The blood-curdling screams rang out across Ridgeway high above Hobart, carrying as far as the Waterworks Reserve in the valley below. Blood-curdling and spine-chilling. That’s no exaggeration when describing the cry of the masked owl especially, as on this occasion, it was being magnified four or five times by the use of a loud-hailer. An “Owls in the Spotlight” event had been organised by the Ridgeway Bushcare group and the city council’s Bush Adventures program and as I … [Read more...] about
Miscellaneous
Do birds find me, or do I find them? I’ve never been able to work it out but it seems no matter where I go, in the most unlikely of places, interesting species turn up. This thought came to mind on a rare non-birding outing last month when I took the recently-launched MR-1 ferry to the Museum of Old and New Art at Berriedale. Until that time, I must have been the only person in Tasmania not to have visited MONA. “And you can leave the binoculars at home, this is going to … [Read more...] about
Do birds find me, or do I find them? I’ve never been able to work it out but it seems no matter where I go, in the most unlikely of places, interesting species turn up. This thought came to mind on a rare non-birding outing when I took the recently-launched MR-1 ferry to the Museum of Old and New Art at Berriedale. Until that time, I must have been the only person in Tasmania not to have visited MONA. “And you can leave the binoculars at home, this is going to be a day … [Read more...] about
Do birds find me, or do I find them? I’ve never been able to work it out but it seems no matter where I go, in the most unlikely of places, interesting species turn up. This thought came to mind on a rare non-birding outing when I took the recently-launched MR-1 ferry to the Museum of Old and New Art at Berriedale. Until that time, I must have been the only person in Tasmania not to have visited MONA. “And you can leave the binoculars at home, this is going to be a day … [Read more...] about
Last stop on the shimmering way
A PEREGRINE falcon witnessed Stan Jones’ last journey on the 296 bus. A black cockatoo and a butcherbird were there, too; providing a fitting and appropriate send-off for a man who flew with them in his thoughts daily, at least until today. Stan Jones was retiring after a life on the road. It had been a good life because most days he drove theOpossumBaybus out ofHobart. For 40 years the bus driver had told his passengers they were on the greatest, most beautiful, most … [Read more...] about Last stop on the shimmering way