Monday, March 31, 2014
A three minute walk from my home, there's this eye-catching land, on private property, bordering Morton National Park. I reckon it's suitable Masked Owl habitat. One of the least seen of NSW's nocturnal birds, the Masked Owl favours ecotone where dense forest, open grassland and waterways converge. I've never seen one; I've heard them call in northern Sydney and at Monga National Park near Braidwood. About two weeks ago, I'm 95% sure I heard one calling from this pictured area. I need to put in time searching for it... LJ, March 31 2014.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Friday, March 14, 2014
Whenever I set out into the field I do so with a spring in my step, my heart, my lungs. I'm ever-hopeful, driven, open to everything, focused. I always cross my fingers for the unexpected. Often, I'm handed predictability. Sometimes, the stars and ferns and rocks and waterfalls conspire/align and left-field things occur. Last Saturday, I had one unexpected thing after the other... Firstly, Brown Goshawks swooping at, and dashing after one another (something I've never seen before) by Shangri la Road's dam. Then, a pair of Diamond Firetails (one an immature) in Shangri la Road's paddocks. Nice one. Bird 165 for the list and something I thought would never turn up in Bundy. I was cheering, dancing, having not seen a Diamond Firetail in the wild for at least fifteen years. I'd say DFs are very rare in the Highlands. I know of no records for the district. DFs have been recorded at Marulan, which lies right on the Southern edge of the Highlands. A little later, 5 Varied Sittellas and a White-throated Treecreeper were scampering all over a telegraph pole on the cornner of Penrose Rd and Lucas St. Peculiar? I guess a telegraph pole is just another tree with food in their tiny minds. Afterwards, a male Superb Lyrebird was in an open area not far from Santi Forest Monastery (Buddhist) showing off his dazzling courtship routine (striking, shimmering tail feathers completely fanned out and projected over his entire body, then the odd bit of mimicry - e.g. a Crimson Rosella's flight call - and his unique stream of earth-music) to another male, for two minutes. Must have been some sort of tribute to Sydney's Mardi Gras! This is the first time - in some twenty-five years of birding - I've seen this spectacular event. Suffice to say, I was gobsmacked. Lastly, not long before dusk, a Grey Goshawk was powering over home (unmolested by other birds strangely enough). These are the moments I crave. These are the moments birders live for. LJ, March 14 2014.