I saw an odd-looking magpie today, odd for North Sydney, that is. It looked like this:
Whereas North Sydney magpies usually look like this (though not usually quite so dishevelled!)
The official Bureau of Meteorology figures for Observatory Hill, just across the harbour from us, showed 392 mm of rain fell for the four days ending 9 a.m. Monday, with wind gusts of up to 102 km/h. Some big branches fell, including this one which brought down power lines in Euroka Street, Waverton.
As I surveyed the scene, a Pied Currawong flew across the road with a freshly caught cicada in its beak. The bird glowered at me when I pointed the camera at it:
When walking in Ball’s Head Reserve recently, I stopped beside a small stone pool fed by a tap. A Brush Turkey had just arrived for a drink.
Almost immediately, a Pied Currawong flew into the bush behind the pool to wait for its turn.
Last week I wrote about the confrontations I witnessed on a morning walk. A few days later I didn’t even need to walk anywhere. The drama began when a couple of Channel-billed Cuckoos (Scythrops novaehollandae) flew overhead, with their usual raucous cacophony.
On Friday, I went for what I thought would be a quick walk. As it happened there was quite a lot of wildlife, all too busy watching other wildlife to pay me much attention. Fortunately, I had taken my camera along "just in case".
The wildlife interactions began pleasantly, with this Grey Butcherbird feeding a juvenile too lazy to pick up food for itself:
A couple of weeks ago, on a coastal walk, I saw a Nankeen Kestrel being swooped by what I thought at first was an Australian Magpie but turned out to be a Magpie-Lark (Grallina cyanoleuca) or Peewee. At the time, I put up a few photos, and these are more from that same walk.
I first noticed the kestrel in the distance over Coogee beach. It came closer and was almost overhead as it passed us.
I hadn’t been for a walk westwards from our house for a while, so I set out on Wednesday not expecting much. Turns out I saw quite a lot. First, was this young Australian Magpie (Cracticus tibicen) with a centipede in its beak. I sighted it near the bowling club, but it ignored me, being busy warbling at its parents and getting warbled back. Magpie warbling has a lovely liquid sound, so I listened until it was interrupted by other birds.
Walking past HMAS Waterhen, the stone frigate on Berry’s Bay, I saw an Australian Raven (Corvus coronoides) fly down and perch on the fence. A young bird with pale blue eyes, it sat there peacefully with the wind ruffling its feathers until a pair of Noisy Miners zeroed in on it.