Been pondering of late about the future of Birdsaspoetry Blog.
Maintaining a full library of images and keeping up with adding new posts, amid all the other things that happens in a life is certainly a challenge.
Had a quick ponder and think I’ll be publishing less of the ‘complete’ photo-journalist stories and concentrate on just one, perhaps two moments that we’ve been seeing.
Fewer pictures per post, so that might be an advantage in this ‘immediacty’ age. 🙂
Have been working at making project albums on another site and am trying to figure a way to link directly to here, but. More on that another time.
Madeline and Mike at Point Cook have been working on a second clutch for the year. Progress seems to be slow and it’s hard to determine at what, if any, stage the clutch, if indeed she has layed, is progressing.
The tree area is also favoured by the local Magpie clan, and a number of Little Raven pairs. (They are now busy carrying sticks and settling in).
So, tree and air space are becoming a little crowed for Madeline and perhaps her progeny.
She is not having anyone put their nest in any proximity to her chosen site so a battle royal was in progress. The nifty little kite had two advantages, she can soar without using any energy—the ravens have to keep a constant wing -beat to stay up. And she has some speed advantage stooping from on high.
The ravens have two advantages. Sheer numbers. There were about 12-15, and sheer cunning.
While they allowed the kite to attack one or two, the others would group up for a sneak attack while she was distracted.
After about 10 minutes, it all calmed down as the ravens needed to land and refresh.
Mike came sailing over the paddock with a fresh mouse, as if nothing unusual was going on.
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