Flow with whatever may happen
and let your mind be free.
Stay centered by accepting
whatever you are doing.
This is the ultimate.
We’d been sitting quietly for awhile. Infact long enough to enjoy at least one cuppa and think longingly for the Thermos for a second.
It’s the You Yangs. Near the old, now unused, Duckponds School building. We were making one last session at finding the Jacky Winter pair and to see what the Eastern Yellow Robins were up to.
To tell all the truth. Not much. Yep, that’s it. Little, a void, devoid, uninhabited. Departed, moved on, relocated.
And its been like that for quite awhiles. Many of the more productive spots we’ve been visiting, have been, well, decidedly UNproductive.
I knew there were White-winged Choughs on the other side of the main road, as their calls were quite clear.
Long term readers will know of my fascination with all things Choughness.
White-winged Choughs can be both frustrating and rewarding to follow. Some families seem to have a high human tolerance and I’ve had them hunt around my feet and sit on the same log with me. Others. No matter how much time I spend, they just keep moving on.
They are not the world’s greatest aeronauts and I often think that if they can run to the next location that is their preferred method of locomotion.
They also have quite well established family rules. Which they understand, while I must guess what is going on. And at just about every encounter, I come away impressed by some new view of choughness.
One family we see regularly in the You Yangs have just managed to get a couple of young ones off the nest. Now comes the job of teaching these little ones all the rules of choughness. And its a big task. The young birds are quite clueless. And they have an average attention span of about 1 millisecond. “Is it food”, seems to be the total of their ability to reason. So the adults have to spend quite a bit of time working with young. And because of their lack of reason, they are easily enticed away by other families offering “bigger grubs”. Oh boy, I gotta go
Choughs need quite a large family size, at least six or seven adults to raise a young. Larger groups have more flexibility and its reported, more success.
Found the family at work around some rocks, and settled down for a sprinkle of choughness to add to my day.
Been away for the bulk of this past week. Up at the Family Acres. We stayed at the Murray Downs Resort in Swan Hill. Really nice and quiet, and just a few km out of town.
Like all good resorts, probably enough to do without having to make the tourist mecca trip. And a lovely golfcourse built in.
But, of course not being the sporty type, golf doesn’t mean, clubs, balls and keeping score. It means wide open green areas, water, trees, bushes and … birds.
So each morning we managed to be up at Sparrows call, and walk around the course, before the golfers began their pilgrimages.
In return we got to see among other things, White-winged Choughs, Rainbow Bee-eaters, Pied Butcherbirds and a host of the usual suspects.
With the Goschen Roadside Reserve about 20 minutes away, it should have been a great birding week.
So photography was banned. Well at least frowned on. So I snuck into the deep pockets of my Breakaway jacket, a D810, sans its L Bracket, and in the other pocket, the 300mm f/4 PF with a 1.4 TC attached. Not much help for general photography but at least it covered some of the birds at the golf course.
The White-winged Choughs have adapted quite well, thank you, to the rolling sand hills, saltbush and thin mallee scrub, nestled between the sweeping grassy greens of the golf course. Able to enjoy both the richness of their old habitat and the pleasures of the new.
I managed to spend two sessions, a mid morning, and a late evening with a couple of the families. They are so used to people zooming past in carts, or walking by with bags and clubs that a dude walking quietly with a camera seemed quite harmless. So within a few minutes I was accepted into the family, and they worked around me nonchalantly. Even the ever present “Lookout” bird relaxed enough for closeups.
Blogging 101 was also concentrating on the family of bloggers.
But a lot of it was about branding, id, making themes that people will follow, or seek out and developing a feature to enrich readership, as my eyes glaze over….
So I came to the conclusion “Family Matters”. Those who graciously have clicked the Follow button or come over from another link are welcome here as family, and the time shared is as much important to me as the enjoyment of the birds.
So there is not going to be a ‘sustainable purely personal blog of random musings benefitting from a hint of structure.. ” here anytime in the foreseeable future.
Just me sharing our best time with the birds and hoping you enjoy it as much.
Warning, this post is full of anthropomorphic observations, if the thought of creatures having feelings and thought processes like humans is not your scene, click away now.
I make no effort to hide the fact, that “I like Choughs”. Their communal actions and activities are a constant source of inspiration and amusement to me.
Mr An Onymous and I had a bit of time after dinner while everyone was taking their evening dip in the Resort Pool, or sipping on those drinks with the cute little umbrellas attached. We thought a walk across the golf course open forest area would be a good way watch the sun go down. And we’d seen some White-winged Choughs there the night before, so armed with the photography hardware we sallied forth. Bumped into one of the Resort staff who pointed out where the 4 or 5 Eastern Grey Kangaroos come down to feed on the grasses, and I didn’t have the heart to explain that back home they are in plague proportion and considered a nuisance. Still, the right words. “Oh, Kangaroos, wow, that is amazing, fancy seeing them in the bush”, seemed to work.
We very soon found a family group feeding across an open paddock, and they were engrossed in digging down into the sandy soil to extract a white prize. (no not a golf ball). It might have been a grub, or a shell, or a seed. Just hard to tell. But it seemed to me they were able to pinpoint where to dig. It wasn’t random.
One found a top from a take-away coffee, and seemed to be amused by it, and went to no length of trouble to make sure no one took it away from it. In the end, no coffee, no food, and just left it standing. Those engaged in the digging would find a ‘white thing’ and then run across the paddock to be the first to pop it into the ever waiting beaks of the 3 or 4 young they were looking after. Much wing folding, spreading and Chough babbling accompanied the activity. By now they treated us with disdain, and just carried on feeding.
Then with a clatter, they all headed for the forest. Mr An and I looked at each other, but couldn’t conclude why they left, so, we followed.
Light was now really fading, we found them inside the forest having met up with first one other company, and then another, up to 40 birds in total I guesstimated.
They took to the trees for a quick preening session, and then reassembled on the ground. What happened next is best seen from the photos.
3 birds seemed to take centre stage and call the meeting to order. Then one of the others “St Paul”, delivered the “Vespers” message. To our amazement, the 40 or so birds all stood round in a rough half circle and seemed to listen intently to what was being said. Meeting over the three families began to prepare to roost for the night.
This involved much wing hugging, chatting and preening. It also resulted in the very first Chough Scuffle I’ve seen. One bird was trying to go with a particular group, and it became obvious that its perfume, politeness, dress sense or general demeanour were unacceptable by the group. A real scuffle followed and one emerged with a beakful of feathers! Disgruntled the looser skulked away to find some where else to roost for the night.
All the others in the group wigwagged appreciation and then flew off to find a spot.
Now finding a spot to roost sounds easy, but not for Choughs. Its all in the order of who sits next to who on the branch. Much calling, wing waving and downright pushing and shoving ensued. It was obvious that ‘she’ didn’t want to be next to ‘him’ and this one only wanted to roost next to that one. And so it went.
In the end Five Choughs on a branch is the limit, and the next one to land bent the branch so much that all were put to flight.
By now the light had gone, and they did a final sweep over a Pied Butcher Bird and her two offspring. Moving them along out of the area.
Last seen and heard setting into the tops of some gum trees.
Choughedness, something I’ll never understand, but will be pleased to learn more.