Author: David Jenkins

The long delay between posts here is not due to slackness necessarily, but rather to the quiet woodlands around us at the moment.  (Oh, and a bit of slackness of my part!)

So skip ahead to today. The Weather man promised some delightful looking sunshine and no real wind.  A clear morning both weather and diary, so we made a quick decision to go for an early morning look-see at the Treatment Plant.

For those that know the area, early morning is both a good and bad thing.  As you enter the plant, you drive straight into the rising sun.  Nothing to see, and hard on both driver and attitude. And we didn’t see anything, except this big yellow blob hanging in the mist on the horizon.  Brilliant.

The point of all this is as we were rounding the road that skirts along the Little River, I noted a streak heading across the reed beds on the far side of the river.    Only one thing it could be.  An Australian Hobby.  Used to be called an Australian Falcon, (a much more descriptive name).  I think this is the most beautifully marked of our raptors and its falcon like thin wings with the ripple pattern is a treat to see.  In flight the speed is awesome.   Easy to mis read as a Peregrine I think.

Sure enough that brown streak zipped up over the reeds and I started to get focus on the bird.  Using the new AF 350II Focus deal on the D810, it just ripped into spot on focus and held like a fox terrier.  The 300mm AF was chattering away trying to keep up.  And for the most part the focus held.

Even against the reed beds, where most of my cameras would have gone. These focus elves seem very professional.

On looking at the images, and the bird was indeed too far away for great detail, it looks like this one has ‘rings’ on each leg.  So someone has marked the bird.

It made at least 5 passes through the reeds,  and even though I was a long way away it was still pretty impressive to see the bird come out of the reeds, climb, stoop and then barrel through the reed beds time after time. You have to be impressed with the speed.

Rather than go on here, the images sort of speak for themselves.  Nice way to spend a morning.

 

Been a tad busy with the occasional family thing and a couple of other events and have kind of gotten all out of time sync.

We’ve followed up on the Jacky Winter family a couple of times, and as it happens the two young are well fledged and now after about 2 weeks on the wing quite expert at getting about.  But not feeding on their own yet.

As we are going back up to the family acres (pun in there somewhere), for the next week, we headed out this morning to see how the young were doing.

And as we had plenty of time, I was able to sit back and learn some of the ways of Jacky.

Mum has one chick on oneside of the road, and Dad has the other chick across the road.  Both are quite capable on the wing, and can easily fly along with the parent.

Still, the trick is to leave them in the scrub and feed them. First thing I learned is that they are keeping them low on the bushes, so they can see what hunting is all about, and are being actively encouraged to drop on to the ground and search about, even if they haven’t quite figured out what to look for.
The next thing I learned is that the young are quite adept already at the Jacky Winter hover and when trying to land on a branch can hover up to it with ease.

Once they have been fed the adult sits with them for quite a number of seconds, perhaps as re-assureance, or maybe to check that the spot is still safe to hide

I also learned that the lovely dusky grey and white colours of the parent is an ideal match with the surrounding scrub, and several times I missed the bird as it was motionless and matched the colours of the trees.  Not until the famous Tail-wag showed the white tail feathers was I able to locate them.

Another Jacky trick is that of, with food to offer, flying right past the juvenile, (who remains silent), and then going out 50-70 metres before making a dramatic U turn and flying back through the scrub, making more U turns as it goes.  Then quickly negotiating the upper leaves or the lower scrub depending on where the little dude is located.   Makes it pretty hard for the average predator to find either parent or young.

I also discovered that there are certain perches that are used again and again for hunting. One particular one near where I was watching was in the  Y of a branch, and Jacky simply disappeared when on that one.

I got two rapid flybys, and then after that quick a few slower flybys at about 1-2 m.  So I think I was considered benign.

It was a cold morning and the little birds were fluffed up to keep warm, and that made them look larger when the Parent sat alongside.  I’m pretty impressed with the concern shown to the young one, and Mum is quite happy to sit with it, and exchange some ‘peeps’ and ‘cheeps’  to reassure it. Quite charming, but then Jacky is a very charming bird.

Here are some from the last couple of visits.

Took  a bit of a look at the date on the last missive here and its been a while.  A long while.   Could regale you with stories about this and that getting in the way, but reality is I’ve just been putting it off, and lots of good activities have become lost in the mists of time, (well at least 6 weeks anyway).

One reason has been the weather.  It has been drifting from unkind to downright ugly as any of my Flickr shots will show.

Sat by the tv last night watching the weather icons, (no not the presenter@!!!!), and thought, if that wind stays and the cloud moves across bet that the morrow will be a lovely clear morning till about midday. What do you reckon, a trip to Enynesbury?  I asked. EE responded, not until I see what the weather is like in the morning. Fair enough.

In the meantime I packed all the gear and waited till the blue sky showed through the window.  We were going!

One of the reasons to journey out there is the Diamond Firetail and the impossible “Speckled Warbler”.

As it turns out, we saw both, and photographed badly the Warbler, but it was enough to enthuse us for another run.

Rather than ramble on about walking in a grey box forest, and seeing Little Eagles with a rabbit, and all the other things that I never got the camera on, here are a few we did see.

 

G,day,

Uploaded the November Birdlife Werribee (Formerly Werribee Wagtails) newsletter.

Here tis.

November Wag Tales 2014

It’s no surprise to my (suffering?) long term reader that just on 12 months ago we relocated to the western side of Melbourne. It’s also no surprise that if you look back over the achives for this site, that the majority of my ramblings and my photos have tried to detail my amberlings through the wonderful Grey Box forest that is a legacy for Woodlands Historic Park.

This small section of forest, close to the airport, and close to home, was for many years my ‘backyard’. The range and quantity of Robins that worked the park and their actions and territories became pretty much my daily activity.  The coming and goings  of the migrant birds over winter was a never ending source of pleasure and expectation.  As I had the time to work in the area, the birds began to give me, I think, some leeway in approaching them, and several pairs of birds became so graceful as to actually come along and visit with me when I turned up in their area.  It sounds strange to relate, but there is something pretty humbling to have a small female Red-capped Robin, dance around the branches near where I was sitting and then drop on to the ground and feed around my feet. Her male would sit on a perch within arms reach and chatter away to me about all sorts of Robin things.

Then off course there was the Australian Kestrel family that gave me two great seasons, the Eastern Yellow Robins, who took EE on as a close personal friend, and their young, before they departed.

How it all comes about is one of constant wonder to me.  I like the work of Jon Young he of “What the Robin Knows” fame, and his work as a tracker and a bird language trainer (seems a funny word in that sentence)

I’ve quoted from him often both here an on Flickr, not because he is some guru, but because what he sees, and what he explains is by and large what I’ve been able to experience in the few paddocks and tree covered ridges at Woodlands.   People often want to know when  I announce “Oh, I photograph birds”, about all the exotic places I’ve visited to track down some special bird.  The surprise  is, I haven’t.  Most of the work is a daily practical, patient working away with the small entertaining birds in my ‘backyard’.

Here’s Jon ” If we’re in bird language mode, however, we’re moving with a whole different frame of mind and venturing into another’s realm with awareness and intention and curiosity. We don’t have ‘hunting’ (-insert birding/photography-) intentions. We have diffuse awareness, curiosity, perception and questions. We’re walking carefully, slowly, stopping and looking. Not sneaking as that fools nobody out here. Looking at every bird, sound, and movement as an individual. ”

It’s why in this blog you’ll have noticed that most of the birds get names. It’s not an anthropomorphical hangup, “its because the individual birds are not just scientific names, but creatures like you and me,” to quote Jon again.

So some say, “Oh, you are a bird whisperer”. No!

But I do listen to the whispers of birds. Their songs, alarms and companion calls -very closely. Jon says, “Add up all the accumulated experience and knowledge and input and you end up with a gut feeling of uncanny accuracy”

But as I’ve indicated above it all takes time.

We thought we’d continue to travel the hour or so to Woodlands on a regular basis and stay in touch.  What we found was it was just too much.  Too much time travelling there and back, too much time catching up, to have time to learn new stuff and just not having the right day/weather/season combination to keep up the conversations. So we have become tourists in our ‘backyard’.

We’ve also of late taken to working in the Werribee River Park, “The Office”. This is primarily a stand of River Red Gums along a short length of the Werribee River as it passes by the Werribee Mansion Precinct.

At first it was mostly because the larger raptors worked the paddocks and fields nearby and were worthy photo subjects. But not easy birds to gain the inner confidence, and always too far away to do much more than record their movements.

Down in the tracks along the forest, its mostly overgrown, (as befits the surrounds of a flooding river), and difficult and dangerous (consider snakes), to just get around.

But,

We have taken the time to begin to sit, listen, watch, ponder and contemplate, to observe flight paths, and listen to retreating calls, and see the forest as more than a collection of big trees, but as a whole.

And.

Slowly, very slowly, the area has opened up to reveal some of its secrets.  The Bream, that come up the river with the rise and fall of the tides.  The Herons that have made the Red Gums home for their young, to listen and occasionally see the Reed Warblers. And to see the big birds using the Gums as nesting points for their offspring.

As well as,

The range of small birds that have begun to work out their lives with us in close proximity and not be too fussed.  So we know where the Willie Wagtails are nesting. (about 8 nests as I count), how many Musk Lorikeets are working in the canopy, where the vocal Red-rumped Parrots are nesting, (about 5 pairs so far),

And slowly but surely we are getting some understanding of the conversations.

All this leads to a pair of Sacred Kingfisher who have returned to display and to setup a nesting cycle somewhere in the forest.
Their pleasing Kee, Kee, Kee, Schrammp, schrampf, as they work out the territory is always pleasing to hear. After nearly two weeks of working with them at a distance, the other evening, things changed. We were invited to share with them.  Now how do I know that.  Well, sitting on the grass around a feeding area, the female came down to about 10m and then quickly moved to about 5m and then surprise, landed on a branch within arms reach, called to its mate, and checked me out.  Considering me to be a nondescript, it hunted in the long grass alongside me, caught a skink and returned to the tree about 5m away. Connection.

Last evening we took Mr An Onymous down for a look.   It’s a long process to bring someone else into the circle.  But this gracious little bird found a perch and sat there while An got close enough of some good portraits.

Phased by the interaction? No, not at all, infact chose to pose on the left, then the right, how about head on. Hmmm should I look up.

What was awesome for me, (I was standing back about 30m, like to give them some room, both An, and EE were able to work with the bird over what can only be considered close encounters.

Now. Just to be sure, there are no bird calling, no food or baiting, no chasing or harassing.

We are in their territory, (and loving it), they call the shots, they approach or disappear, and it’s their connection that graces us. Jon calls it “immersion’.  And I’d do it even if I never took a photograph.

So slowly, quietly, almost silently, the forest has begun to invite us to enjoy the connection, and things change.

 

Here is a few images from my couple of sessions with the birds.  (They don’t have names yet, they will).

Whew, by the time I’d typed the heading I’d forgotten what it was all about.

 

But the pdf of the next Wag-Tales for October is now available for download.

 

Enjoy

October Wag Tales