Rhodes to SOP.

After checking out the Peewee Family at Meadowbank Bridge, we rode our bicycles to Sydney Olympic Park via Rhodes. On the edge of Homebush Bay we saw an Australasian Darter (Anhinga novaehollandiae).

We checked out the little thicket of casuarina trees where we had found Yellow Thornbills previously, but no luck.
Cycling around the Badu Wetlands we saw a White-faced Heron (Egreta novaehollandiae).

There was not much action at the bird hide on the northern edge of the wetlands: quite a few Pied Stilts (including some juveniles), and this female Superb Fairy-wren :

At the old ship-breaking ramp, another Australasian Darter, a White-faced Heron and a number of Silver Gulls were using the old barge as a perch or a place to find wood-loving insects:

At Haslam’s Pier, we got a nice “aerial” view of a family of Black Swans (Cygnus atratus):


Some Birds of Bowen Mountain.

After a boozy lunch at Karu Distillery with a good friend (where I focused so much on the award-winning chipotle vodka that I couldn’t focus on the birds), Bramanda visited our friend’s beautiful Bowen Mountain hideaway, where some lovely birds graced us with their presence.

The Pied Currawongs (Strepera graculina) were very sociable:

The light was fading fast (it had been a longish lunch!), but some members of the Columbidae family (Pigeons and Doves) that we had not previously photographed turned up to forage. This is a Wonga Pigeon (Leucosarcia melanoleuca)

One of the Currawongs needed some late-afternoon hydration:

Then, a pretty bird we did not recognize at the time, but which we’ve since identified as the Brown Cuckoo-Dove (Macropygia phaisanella)

We are not sure if this guy is a Common Bronzewing, or a Brush Bronzewing (Phaps elegans). I’m leaning towards it being a Brush Bronzewing, due to the particularly rufous forehead, and the fact that in our bird guide, the wing iridescence is painted more brightly, like this guy here. May just be a trick of the light though:

And there were also some very attractive domesticated birds in our friend’s garden as well:

But the stars of the show were the Brown Cuckoo-Doves. Though they have a reputation of being difficult to spot in the forest, they posed quite happily for us.


Here Be Dragons.

On a hot day at Lime Kiln Bay in Sydney’s south there was no shortage of Eastern Water Dragons (Intellagama lesueurii).

At nearby H.V.Evatt Park (Lugarno), a Water Dragon was harassed, and seen off, by some Sacred Ibises.


Hairy Lizard?

Lizards are not known for hairiness. But when the resident Blue-tongued Skink (Tiliqua scincoides) raided the catfood bowls, he got himself covered in cat-hair…

It did not put him off his lunch though, which he attacked with his distinctive blue tongue:

And all the while, Charlie the cat slept on the table above our Blue-tongue’s head…

Birds Walk

Hello Yellow.

We journeyed to Dangar Island, a small (31 hectare) forested island in the Hawkesbury River in Sydney’s north, to try to find the rare Yellow-morph of the Australian King Parrot.
After a lovely breakfast at the island’s only cafe, we took a circuit of the island – a walk of 3.2 kilometres. We obviously chose the wrong direction, as we had all but arrived back at our starting point before we found our target.

The male Australian King Parrot’s wings are normally a rich dark green:

Bird experts believe that a genetic condition called Leucism is what makes the feathers of some birds more pale (or even white). The population on Dangar Island has this genetic condition – locals tell us there are a number of yellow-morphs on the island. One local told us she has seen four, another reckons about half the males have the morph.
We have seen photos of other yellow-morphs where the condition even affects the bright red of the head, but on the guy we found that is clearly not the case.

Here is a comparison of the yellow-morph male and a “normal” male:

Another male was feeding in the same area. (The two had a brief altercation, but nothing serious).

The females that we saw did not seem to exhibit any abnormal colouration:

We were very pleased to get so many shots of a Yellow-morph.

Dangar Island is listed on a number of sites as a “birding hotspot”. On this visit, however, apart from the excitement of the Yellow-morph, we found it to be a bit of a birding NOT spot. Very few other species appeared – and none that were not common all over Sydney.

Dangar Island itself is an interesting place. It has a population of approximately 300 (which swells in Summer holidays), and is Sydney’s only private-car-free suburb (there is a fire-truck and a Council ute).
Judging solely by the residents’ houses and gardens, there seems to be a bit of a bohemian vibe on Dangar:

What sort of bird lives in this nest?


Miner Fall.

Walking to Yagoona Railway Station through O’Neill Park, I happened upon this tiny fellow.

He had obviously fallen from the nest. I doubt that his parents had been trying to move him to a fledging branch – he looked too young, and could barely keep his eyes open.

As I got close to him to take photos, I was surprised that there was absolutely no alarm calls or swooping from his parents or extended family. I took that to mean that they had given up on him as a lost cause.

I couldn’t bear to leave him to the local cats, so I lifted him to a low branch – from where he promptly fell to the ground again.

When I lifted him to a higher and wider branch, he sat there happily enough. It was only at this point that his family began to make a commotion.
Had they previously considered him beyond any help – but now that he was off the ground and relatively safe, did they start to believe he could now be saved?
I like to think so…


Li’l Lapwings.

One dark night, after a few days of continual rain, I arrived home and could make out a Masked Lapwing (Vanellus miles) standing in the middle of the street. As I moved closer I saw there were two, surrounded by dark, rapidly moving… things. I realized there were five chicks with them. The parents were giving their alarm calls as I approached, and they led the chicks off the road and onto the muddy, churned up grass verge in front of a building site. Though common enough birds, this was unusual.
I could do nothing in the dark, other than hope the family was OK. Throughout the night, they continued to give their noisy, harsh contact and alarm calls – which The Australian Bird Guide wryly describes as “not always delighting insomniacs”. I was keeping myself awake with thoughts that perhaps one of their chicks had fallen into a drain!

Early next morning, Mum was still on the verge in front of the construction site, in the rain.

Perhaps they lived on the local Golf Course – 150m away – and the incessant rain had flooded their usual home? Lapwings like to gather and live near the margin of water, but seldom wade and prefer to feed on dry land.
Again, I counted five chicks. Lapwings generally lay 3 to 4 eggs, so I took that as hopefully indicating they were not hanging around in distress over a lost chick. I checked the two nearest drains and could not see a chick.
Dad was nowhere to be seen, but the chicks wandered around amongst the mud and wet grass happily enough.

The tiny chicks were almost too small to focus on in the grey, overcast light. But as with all chicks everywhere, the cuteness was overpowering:

As the rain came down again, the chicks took shelter beneath their Mum’s wings. (These shots clearly show the black-tipped, yellow wing spurs that the adult lapwings have).

After the shower passed, I was able to get in closer for some more cuteness…

Then with strident, grating, aggressive alarm calls, Dad came charging back down the street…

Later in the day, they had left the area as mysteriously as they had appeared. But it was wonderful to finally see the chicks of this familiar bird.


Tiny Tawny Timeline.

From eggs to nearly full-grown in three months, these Tawny Frogmouth chicks grew up so fast! We visited on six or seven occasions.

5 Sep:
While walking in Glades Bay Park Gladesville, we spotted a Tawny Frogmouth (Podargus strigoides) sitting on the nest. The nests of the Frogmouths are famously shoddily-built: more of a loose collection of twigs and leaves dropped onto a horizontally-forked branch, and they are frequently apt to disintegrate.
It is the male that incubates the eggs during the day:

Tawny Frogmouths are often confused with Owls (“strigoides” actually means “owl-form”), but are more closely related to Nightjars. Owls take prey with their muscular feet and sharp talons, whereas the Tawnies’ feet are weak by comparison, and they take prey exclusively with their beak. Owls have fully-forward facing eyes, while Tawnies’ large yellow eyes – while superficially similar to Owls’ – are on the sides of their head.
The Tawnies’ diet is comprised of nocturnal insects (especially moths), worms, slugs and snails. Small mammals, reptiles, frogs and birds are sometimes caught and eaten. Mostly they pounce from a perch to prey on the ground, but we read that they will sometimes take moths in flight.

A month later we went back…

4 Oct:
Dad was on the nest, his large yellow eyes eyes open and alert.

And now we glimpsed the two chicks – nothing more than balls of white fluff under their father at this stage, and only the tops of their heads visible:

Tawnies mate for life. Male and female share the nest-building. Breeding period is between August and December, but there are reports that they will also breed in response to heavy rains (such as we’ve had this summer?)

9 Oct:
Five days later we were back. No signs of the chicks at first:

Until one of the little fellas popped his head out for air:

Tawny Frogmouths are most famous for their camouflage – and justifiably so. It really is quite remarkable. The blacks and greys (and sometimes browns), together with the elaborate mottling replicate to bark and bare wood of many trees almost perfectly. Their habit of perching with their heads held up at an angle, eyes closed and absolutely still means they are often taken for a broken branch until they move or open their eyes.

23 Oct:
The two chicks were now getting to a size where they could not fit under their parent so well. One had the forward vantage point, the other was squeezed out under the parent’s right side. They were now sporting more plumage. Gone was the white fluff, and the first signs of their camouflage was appearing. Certainly in some shots, the front chick blended so well with his father that he looked like a pair of eyes set into Dad’s abdomen!

Mum was lower down on the same tree, and such was her stillness and camouflage that we didn’t spot her until a passer-by pointed her out.

7 Nov:

Returning a fortnight later, the nest was abandoned and mostly disintegrated. There were no signs of the family in the tree, and we assumed we’d seen the end of the story. But a couple of hundred metres along the path, eagle-eyed Amanda spotted a parent and one of the youngsters roosting in a Jacaranda:

As we left, we saw another Tawny sitting on the nest in a different part of Glades Bay Park. Sadly, the next time we came back, this nest had fallen apart – there had been a lot of rain in the intervening period.

Tawny Frogmouths are found all over Australia including Tasmania, and are secure in every state. They are found in almost every environment except dense rainforest and treeless deserts.

While they are categorized as “least concern”, research featured in the “State of Australian Birds 2015” report shows an overall decline for Tawny Frogmouth numbers across all but one of the regions in which they occur. Factors include feral cats (Tawnies are quick to swoop on prey on the ground, but aren’t real quick at getting back to a perch, leaving them vulnerable to predators), and removal of habitat due to development and more frequent bushfires. Another factor seems to be exposure to pesticides and rodent poisons, particularly in populations that occur in urban areas.

2 Dec:
Returning for the final time we did not see them until we had turned to leave, when once again, Amanda – bird-spotter extraordinaire – spied them roosting low (a lot lower than usual) in a tree.
Impossible to say whether this was the same parent/chick combo as we’d seen a month previously, but one thing was clear: the “chick” was very nearly fully-grown.


Got Milk?

The Eastern Blue-tongue Skink (Tiliqua scincoides), that lives under the house decided the cat bowls made for a quick and convenient lunch. I wonder if these are the first ever photos of a Blue-tongue with a milk moustache?

The Blue-tongue is the largest of the Skink family, and can grow to 600mm in length (including the tail). It is a very common lizard in the whole of Eastern and Northern Australia, with isolated populations in the centre.

Our tenant emerged from his wood-pile and took a turn around the lawn:

While he was on the lawn, it started to rain lightly, leaving some cute splashes on his back:

Two cats have adopted us this year, and as one is quite timid, we used to leave food out on the back deck for her – she was too shy to eat indoors. Unfortunately, too much local wildlife took to using the cat food as an easy meal, so we have now got tough with Missy, and she eats inside these days.

I’d like to be clear that we do not condone or advise allowing wildlife to eat processed foods, or to drink pet milk. This Blue-tongue surprised me when he happened upon the cat bowls, but the resultant photos are interesting.

Blue-tongues are relatively slow and not very agile. They usually go for slow moving prey – garden snails in particular. The stationary cat food was slow enough for this guy! He first decided the pet milk was something he would like. Strange to see a reptile doing something so mammalian as drinking milk:

And here he is with a heart-breakingly cute milk moustache:

The reason they are called Blue-tongues is that – well – they have blue tongues:

After his milk, he wanted cookies! I was more concerned with him eating these, than him drinking the milk. They are rather dry but swell when they are wet. Thankfully he did not eat too many of them.

Having had all he could eat, our tenant moved off. And we resolved that the cat bowls should always be inside from now on.



A Working From Home White-Faced Heron! From my home office on the back deck I was treated to a visit by this slender Heron (Egretta novaehollandiae).

He also was brave enough to pose for close-ups…


Expression Session.

Taking many hundreds of photos per week like we do, we always end up with pics that, because of the subject matter, don’t find a home in a relevant blog post, but which we like enough that we can’t bring ourselves to delete.
We save these for “filler” – to punctuate groups of photos within an article, or to use as a “sign-off” photo.
As the Filler folder is getting a bit full, we thought we’d post a little selection. At the risk of being all Filler and no Killer, scroll on…