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Christmas Bells - Blandfordia nobilis
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Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Grey Goshawk on a Grey Day

FIRE ACTIVITY IS CONTINUING IN THE VICTORIAN HILLS IN THE UPPER YARRA VALLEY, AND BEYOND, AS WELL IN THE NORTH-EAST OF VICTORIA. PLEASE GO TO THE PREVIOUS 3 DAYS POSTS, TO USE THE LINKS THERE, TO CHECK THE CURRENT FIRE SITUATION.

Today I heard a Lewin's Honeyeater calling excitedly outside. I went out to see if I could record it. (I have a little Digital Sound Recorder - a new "toy" - which I am still learning to use.)

By the time I got out on the back deck, the Honeyeater had ceased calling and it was eerily silent outside. The only noise was a dripping sound, coming off the roof, because there was a really thick fog around all day. Our fogs often produce "run-off" from the gutters.

Anyway, I sensed that there was something odd about the "silence". So I peered through the fog and saw this. You can see from the trees how grey it was, and what poor visibility I was dealing with. These images are all greyed out, because of the fog, but the closer images (below this one) are all sufficiently detailed to make them worth-while clicking on to bring up the full-sized images).It was not much more than an "outline" to my poor old eyes. But from the "upright stance" I knew straight away what it was - a Grey Goshawk (Accipiter novaehollandiae***). This species is a resident bird, but seldom seen, because of its secretive manner of "stalking" birds and insects (and small mammals).

These birds are stealth hunters, and very secretive, normally. It is much more common for them to perch, hidden in trees, then to burst from cover, to give chase to birds. They hardly ever show themselves like this. But of course, it was camouflaged by the grey fog. And the resident Magpies were not on patrol. They didn't see it, or they would have hounded this wonderful bird out of the area straight away.

I ducked back inside the house, then rushed to get the camera, click off the Macro lens from last-night's moth shots, and click on the 70-300mm lens. I did a couple of practice shots to test my "light settings", before going back out onto the back deck. The reason I was so wary was that these birds have fantastic vision - probably 20 times better than mine, and they are usually very wary of cameras. Not this one, not today.
Having got that first image, I relaxed a little, and settled down, half-hidden behind a branch of a Wattle Tree, close to the deck. The Goshawk gave me a direct stare - straight back down the lens. But it held its nerve. It did not flinch.

To see the delicate patterned feathers around the top of the chest and neck,
click to enlarge.
Note the strong legs, clearly yellow. Also the yellow base of the beak, and the black curved tip (the black tip is clearly visible in the image 2 above). This is a big, powerful bird of prey. And it was serious about what it was doing. It was hungry. It was hunting, from a perch on the wire. Sitting on the powerline, but listening and moving its head around constantly - looking, listening and looking more.

Here it had turned its head right around. But it did not move its lower body position once.Note the immensely powerful feet - yellow legs, yellow feet, and powerful black claws.

This is the "Figure of Death" - staring down from the wires.
Now you know why the Lewin's Honeyeater had stopped calling.

See below, how it has lifted its pose, head held high, looking down to its left.
And again it looked over to the left, behind it's left shoulder.
The bird kept looking around, listening, raising its head, bobbing its head (it does that to simulate a 3D sensation - to help get a better sense of what it is looking at). Although the bird did not move its position for 16 minutes (which is an extremely long time to have the opportunity to observe this type of bird), it never ceased "hunting".

Then suddenly it had gone.
Silently.
How did it do that?
Had I blinked? I must have done.

Aaah, there it is - right down low, on an old triple fence post, at waist height. Amazing.

Please forgive the very grainy image. it was taken at about 80 metres distance, into a thick fog.
But I have posted it to show this rare event. The Sassafras trees in the background were shading the bird, which made it even more difficult to photograph in the heavy fog. It was only 2:40pm - but it seems like twilight conditions.

Note how powerful this bird is. Look at those massive shoulders.
It was still checking me out, over its shoulders, even from that distance.
For this bird to fly down so low, and to pose on the fence like this is most unusual. Clearly it was "after something" - possibly some of the Rabbit kittens which live down in the bottom paddock.

*** I was intrigued as to why this bird earned the name Accipiter novaehollandiae. That to me indicated it was the first species of this genus described from Australia (the genus is global). Sure enough, it was described by Gmelin (a German naturalist) in 1788. As the first fleet arrived in that year (and seemingly none of the ships returned to England before 1789) it was almost certainly described from a speciment collected by Banks or one of his associates, from Cook's voyage from 1770.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Spring season transition. Can we give it a name?

As my Peonies open their last few blooms, I feel a sadness, an ennui, which is not shared by the plants and birds around me. But there is a definite transition occurring in Nature.
We European settlers lack the words for the seasons which I am sure the Aboriginal people have. I need a word for this particular "Shoulder Season". (Pls see "Comments" - my comments ought have been restricted to "temperate" zones of Australia, not tropical Australia - DJW)

Birds have mostly finishing their courtship and breeding (except for the Grebes I showed yesterday).
Swamphen and half-grown chicks
Domestic Duck and fluffy yellow ducklings.
Young Black Cockatoos are croaking along behind their parents, making those dreadful noises which they make. Magpies are now feeding their young. Baby Rabbits ("kittens") are flip-flopping around wherever the lush grass offers them some cover. The last Wattle of spring is just finishing. My garden has transitioned from the spring seasonal flush into the early summer season of Roses. A season of abundance and lushness. Perfumes fill the air.
Old- fashioned Roses sprawling everywhere.
"Felicite et Perpetue" and "Fantin Latour"
Blackberries are rampaging through my "choice" garden plants. They are growing inches per week.

Grasses are in full flower. The dandelions in my yard are in full golden flower - and desperately need to be cut before they set seed. The Hay-fever sufferers are in full "wheeze" - or will be when the Privet opens fully next week.

Our weather is alternating between mild, and humid days, to cold, windy Tasmanian weather (as forecast to arrive tomorrow). Nothing is stable.

I think this season ought be known as "transition".
Any better suggestions for the name for this season would be welcomed.

My colleague "Miss Eagle" raised the need for a new name for the need for better names for our Australian Spring season(s). My own contributions to that debate - the need for a name for the late winter/very early spring season - are available here and here.

I have sensed a similar need for a name for this current "shoulder season". It is certainly not summer, but Spring is definitely "over the hill". If anyone can help me with the appropriate Aboriginal name(s) for this season, (or your own contribution) I would appreciate it.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Are Bunnies allowed to be so cute?

Here is a Bunny - a mere Kitten - being "Oh so Cute", over at George's place, at South Ranelagh, yesterday afternoon.

Just testing if this place is "safe".





Oh, this fresh moss is so nice.








What joy, a Japanese Maple seedling!

What a delightful "find".

Now I'll pose for the guy behind the window, with the camera.




At my place, the Bunnies are more timid, and do not disport themselves so shamelessly.

Probably because they know Lena the Attack-Dog is on duty.