Now that the Bandicoot Big Brother House has evicted us, we’ve taken to travelling about a bit more.
Today, we left early, to beat the heat, and set ourselves up in an area where we’d spotted Eastern Yellow Robins before, and waited. And waited. it soon became obvious that they weren’t putting on a show today. We checked a nest site, and it was abandoned, and pulled out. Perhaps the work of ravens or currawongs, or …
We moved further down the tree line, and while we enjoying the obligatory cuppa, I heard the call of one in the open forest behind us. After a few minutes I’d located both birds. And quite happy they were to feed and to let us get quite close. The male at one stage flew directly toward my camera position, and just pulled up a the last second, going by my ear so close I could hear the wing whirr. Spectacular.
He spent a lot of his time feeding her, and she would sit on a nearby branch, and wing flutter, and he would zoom in, and deposit his offering straight into her open beak. The speed of the transfer was literally blink speed, and I didn’t get any great shots of it happening, either too early or miles too late.
After about 20 minutes of viewing, it became clear that one tree in small strand of trees was getting more attention, and I moved round to look and sure enough, she was busy at work on a new nest. She was quite oblivious to our presence and carried on without any fuss. Far cry from her relatives the red-caps who will abandon the nest quite readily.
To round it all off, they both came and hunted on the logs in the area where we were sitting, so much so that the camera couldn’t get close focus without me moving back. Who said photographing birds was tough?