Dancing on the Edge of the World
Everyone has a story about birds. They are all about us and are our contact point with nature. The birds I see are usually in an urban environment and so I concentrate on these in my writing. I don’t pretend to be an expert but birds of the city and suburb are also the ones that most people identify with, the species you do not need a compass and binoculars to seek out. A scarlet robin singing in a garden is just as exciting as a swift parrot in an ancient forest and is worth just as many words in my On the Wing writings, which appear weekly in the Sunday Tasmanian.
By Don Knowler
Tapping on the window, fluttering against its panes, a tiny brown bird was making a nuisance of itself when I had work to do at the keyboard in my study. Just a sparrow I’m thinking, common around my home. I pulled the curtains shut so it could not see its reflection, a common cause of birds … [Read More...]
Filed Under: On The Wing
By Don Knowler
Writing this column I combine two passions – a love of birds and words. Ink and feathers. Now I’ve met an artist who uses the printed word for a different purpose. Craig Williams frames his paintings of birds with the pages of books, magazines and newspapers. I discovered Craig’s remarkable art … [Read More...]
Filed Under: On The Wing
By Don Knowler
The swamp harriers had delayed their migration to the mainland, or so it appeared. There they were, a small flock gliding and hovering above a pick-your-own-fruit nursery on the road to Richmond. Just a glimpse at first, before I pulled over. All the same there was something odd about this harrier … [Read More...]
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By Don Knowler
He rises and begins to round, He drops the silver chain of sound No bird has inspired so much poetry, literature and music than the skylark, with the cuckoo close behind. The trilling of the Eurasian skylark on open downlands is cemented in English folklore, but it can also be heard here. A … [Read More...]
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By Don Knowler
The robins, magpies, crows . . . the history of Queenstown is told not only by its hills scarred by acid-rain. There’s also the feathered motifs emblazoned on footy guernseys. On a misty morning this thought occurred to me when I saw a forest raven crossing the sky above the Queenstown Oval, “The … [Read More...]
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By Don Knowler
A pair of flittering, fluttering yellow-throated honeyeaters caught the golden rays of a late-afternoon sun. They resembled fireflies flying in zig-zag flight at tropical dusk, on wings that appeared translucent in the mellow, autumnal light. The flight of the yellowthroats, though, was not a … [Read More...]
Filed Under: On The Wing
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