Australian Magpie – Birds as Poetry —— Just because I WANDER

Along the Track: The Long Walk

March 6, 2024Posted in Australian Magpie, Grey Fantail, White-winged Chough, You YangsTagged Australian Magpie, Black-eared Cuckoo, Swamp Wallaby, White-winged Chough, You Yangs7 Comments

We seem to be going through a cycle of seasons at present. Hot one day, cold the next, rinse and repeat.
Some birds that we’ve been following seem to have been completely misled by the changes of season and have already chosen to begin their winter moult.

After a great run of around 10 years, of a number of Black-shouldered Kites nesting pretty much continuously, (not the same pair obviously) the birds seem to have departed all the usual nesting sites.
One pair we followed for about 4 years in the one tree, disappeared over 7 seasons back, and never returned. No other birds have moved into the prime location.

A recent pair has had about 5 clutches—one was completely washed out in appalling weather. Now that the young have become self-reliant, they have left the area, and the female hasn’t been seen for a number of weeks. The lone male is still holding station, but, I suspect if the female has departed then he too will move on soon.
Normally, once the young are ready to fledge, the female leaves the nesting area, and bulks up for the next clutch. If they are going to re-nest, she would normally be back with a month or so. So it might be she has decided enough is enough and is out of the egg-laying business.

As Mr Anonymous was busy with his latest project involving grafting fruit trees, EE and I took off to the You Yangs. On a Robin Mission. But like everywhere it seems, there was little to be seen.

Mind, the day started with its own Warning Will Robertson—Danger Approaching, as we had hardly left home before we came to a fenced off and signposted road telling that we could no longer access the usual road to the Park. Hmm.
After a few turns, U turns, and a check of the GPS, we were back on the highway, bound south for the Park. Really if we’d have known we’d have gone that way to begin with and stopped at Gerry’s for a coffee.
But.
Things didn’t improve at the park. We had headed for a likely Robin spot at “Big Rock Picnic Ground”. But like the Arlo Guthrie song, “Alice’s Restaurant”: There was a big chain and a sign across the access road claiming “Close for Renovations”. (In Arlo’s song it’s for Thanksgiving, for all who know)

So with tail twixt legs etc, we moved on down the road, to another access point that required walking up hill. “Oh, a stroll will do us the world of good,” the ever optimistic EE.

Weather closed over quickly. And after a big loop around Big Rock, we’d only seen a handful of birds. Then a small shape flew into a tree off the track. And I only had the short lens, so not much hope of a great image. And no way to get close as the Bone Seed was impenetrable. As an aside, Koalas, and there are a few in the park, cannot negotiate through the Bone Seed and are prevented from reaching some of the favoured trees.

i made a few frames, in the gloom, and we pondered which Honeyeater it was.
Wrong.
When I viewed it on the screen it appeared to be a Black-eared Cuckoo. A new one for us. And one that is not well recorded in the You Yangs. Bonus.
More walking.

More walking. We changed locations to an area called Fawcett’s Gully. Used to an area that groups kept free of Bone Seed. But the dreadful plant has made a resurgence.
On to the “Seed Beds”. To find this area now overgrown with mostly native plants. But not necessarily endemic ones. The Seed Beds was used after a major bushfire to regenerate plants for replanting in the forest. A lot of the seed came from outside the area.

By now both sets of feet were well and truly sore, and we’d only had three families of White-winged Choughs to amuse us.
Hopefully as the cooler weather settles in and some winter visitors begin to arrive the forest will sing loudly again.

Enjoy.

As It Happend: The Attack of the Magpie

February 20, 2024February 21, 2024Posted in Australian Magpie, Black-shouldered KiteTagged Australian Magpie, Black-shouldered Kite6 Comments

We’ve had two young Black-shouldered Kites fledge just recently.
They are still learning the Black-shouldered Kite Play Book and being fed by the male.

However they have developed all the skills to successfully hunt for mice and spend quite a bit of time over the paddocks, holding a position hovering, learning to parachute down with wings held high, and how to drop the legs as they enter the grasses. Just at this stage they weren’t quite mastering the take-away food skill.

This young one had been out in the paddock polishing up its hovering skills, and little wings get a bit tired and it decided to take a break by landing on the fence-line.

Time to turn to page 122 in the Play Book and learn that you don’t land in a Australian Magpie territory, where they too are schooling up their young in the fine arts of finding their own food and territory defence against all comers.

The little Kite was so intent on finding a fine, safe, secure post to rest on that it didn’t at first note the stealth-hunter rising from the grass in full cry.

In the end it crossed the road and rested on the neutral territory of the gate.

As it Happened: The Family that bathes together…

December 3, 2023December 3, 2023Posted in Australian MagpieTagged Australian Magpie10 Comments

So many cliches that could be used as a title for this little series.

We’ve had well over a week of soaking rain. Fortunately not driving heavy rain so many of the nesting birds have been able to deal with it. But, of course some in early stages of hatching with downless young have succumbed.

After a week of sitting in wet trees, eating of the wet ground and flying through the downpours, you’d think your average magpie would be sick of water. But. No!

We ventured out to monitor a few of the nests locally, and managed a bit of a break in the weather with a spot of sunshine coming through. We found this small Magpie family making the most of the bathing facitilies offered in the puddles along the tracks.

Their young one didn’t seem all that keen, but Mum and Dad got right into the business and soaked it all up. I wonder if they were using the gravel to help clean out the underfeathers. They certainly stepped out of the puddle soaking wet. Both made several excursions into the water and then flew to a nearby tree for the shaking out and preening.

Junior had overcome its fears by then and stepped in to the water as well.

And it just goes to show the folk with birdbaths at home, that you should keep them clean no telling what might turn up if there is any muck in the water.

Enjoy.

As it Happened: Working Girl

July 20, 2023Posted in As it Happened, Australian MagpieTagged As it Happened, Australian Magpie9 Comments

The four D’s had set out at Truganina Park on a lovely sunny day—which would rapidly turn into a cold, windy and squally morning—but who would know!

No sooner had we entered the park than a black and white streak sped past and landed in a tree just above the picnic shelter.

At least two loud exclamations from the D’s “There’s a New Nest Going in Up There”. And we all looked. Sure enough a lot of twitching and shaking in the leaves, and the resident Austalian Magpie was hard at work.

In the space of about 15 minutes she made 5 more trips into the tree. She was loaded with sticks and grasses and by midmorning must have been well pleased with her work.

There is a cleverness to the location, as we found out later as we sat in the shelter enjoying a cuppa of the Earl’s finest—wise move given the weather.
For her high position she has great views and it gives ready access to any handouts that might be forthcoming from humans and their messy eating habits when outdoors.

Very quickly both the female, and then gliding in from a long way out, the male, arrived to see what we had to offer. These are no first time birds and have been in the area for at least 10 years or so, perhaps even more. They know all the best spots to get that handout, and she won’t have to fly far for something for her growing young.

As it happened

A flurry of feathers and she is out for another load of material.

Airborne, simply gliding away from the nest site

No time to rest and enjoy the view. Work to be done

Precision Flying to deliver in exactly the right spot

Endless rounds for a most important activity ahead. We wondered if she was installing wifi, nbn and wall tv.

Enjoy

As it Happened: Defending the Territory

July 17, 2023Posted in As it Happened, Australian Magpie, Black-shouldered Kite, UncategorizedTagged As it Happened, Australian Magpie, Black-shouldered Kite13 Comments

We had on a chance stopped by to see if infact Madeline the Black-shouldered Kite had any prospects of a full nest.
Whatever is going on is worth defending as she cleared out a murder of Ravens, a lone Black-faced Cuckooshrike, the two Falcons, Cassia, of Cinnamon and Alistair, and confronted the home team neighborhood watch Magpies.

The Ravens have a nest about 3 trees down from her nest, and it’s going to be an ongoing battle.
In the end, she pursed the Falcons to about a radius of 600-700 metres.
It was a very busy morning for a very aggressive and angry bird.

As it Happened.

The Raven was hoping it was going to be safe under the tree to work on the nest.

Maddie had other ideas, and it was time for it to move on.

The alpha female Magpie came, perhaps to negotiate, but that wasn’t going to happen

But returned and tried to look as intimidating as possible.

In the end, they both landed and decided on their next tactic.

The victor, after 6 rounds. (at least). Maggie moved on. Madeline was already eyeing off the passing Falcons.

Saturday Evening Post #194: The Amazing Magpie

July 2, 2022Posted in Australian Magpie, Saturday Evening PostTagged Australian Magpie, Saturday Evening Post14 Comments

Just prior to covid restrictions, you know, BC (before covid) I had just started an “Amazing Magpies” project. I had opened up a webpage on SmugMug and was beginning to develop some acceptance by several Magpie pairs in our area. I was hoping to be able to follow them through the nesting and fledging of their crop for the season.
Alas
Living in Melbourne with the longest lockdown of any city in the world, I think some of the Maggies past on by the time we were out and about again. So I saved myself some money and closed the SmugMug page.

Mentioned last blog that we’d been out and had spent some time with a number of Magpie pairs on the day. Interesting to see that now that the nesting season in approaching how the pairs are beginning to take notice of oneanother.

Unlike many other birds, Magpies don’t seem to have courtship rituals. No long dance routines, or fly displays. They just seem to know who the right mate is, and stay together.
And that’s what we’ve been seeing.

They seem to have begun to take much more notice of each other. Walking and hunting close to one-another, attentive little games. One pair we found today were playing some sort of hide-and-seek game around a bush. Running behind the bush so as not to be seen, but then, sticking a head out to be sure to be found. Frolicking at the ‘discovery’. Now I’m sure I’m anthropomorphising the activities but how else do you explain it.

One pair already has a nest site chosen, and the discussions are down to the furniture going in, and who does what in the construction. But mostly they sit on a fence together and scan the territory to be sure no one has dared to put a wing-flap over the boundary. If it should happen both are off at great speed and much wing noise as they rush to encourage the competition to move along.

So I thought about re-establishing the project. But in the end wondered if there was a Flickr group for Australian Magpies. After all there is a Flickr group for just about everything else. Including groups for Facebook and Instagram. 🙂 No Joke. Go figure.

But no. No group for Aussie Maggies. So. I’ve started one.
I guess I’ll be posting a few more Maggie pics to Flickr over the next few months, to keep the group up todate.

For those not on Flickr here is the link to the Group.

You can click through the images in the group in this slide show

Thanks Eleanor for quickly adding some images

Saturday Evening Post: #176 No Man is an Island

February 26, 2022Posted in Australian Magpie, Saturday Evening PostTagged Australian Magpie, Saturday Evening Post7 Comments

John Donne’s famous line, is quoted in Australian Magpie by Gisela Kaplan.
It’s in a chapter about,”Social Rules and Daily Life”

I shared a link on Flickr to a post regarding Magpie behaviour. Here it is.
Magpies and Tracking Devices,
Seems our erstwhile scientists in need of a research project for the old PhD decided that Australian Magpies needed some help to deal with climate change. Had they taken a few moments to read a few pages from Gisela’s book —subtitled, “Biology and Behaviour of an Unusual Songbird”, they might have saved themselves a wasted theory.
Gisela tells many interesting stories of personal interactions with Maggies and each one helps gain a little understanding of the ‘smarts’ these bird inherently possess.

Perhaps one of the more interesting lines of thought is in the opening story of the First Nations Legend of the Magpie. I’ve shared the story before, so briefly, Once in the Dreamtime the sky was very close to the earth and everything was dark and gloomy. The Magpies got together and with small sticks propped up the sky until some light got through. Encouraged by their success, they worked together to get larger sticks and open it up more… and so on, until the Sun-mother was able to shine through on the first real Sunrise. Excited by their success the Magpies still sing in the sunrise each day to celebrate, I guess, both the warmth, and their cleverness.
So attaching ‘radio’ trackers to a Maggie seemed to me to be doomed for failure, from the getgo.

Here are a couple of links to the Morning story
Peter Hancock Sydney Morning Herald
and
Uncle Dave Tournier with the Northern Victorian version

For a lighthearted look at the failed science attempt you can’t go past
First Dog On the Moon: Magpies: Courageous heros or little feathery b…..ds

In the final chapter, Gisela, says, ” There is no doubt that the Australian magpie is a very successful bird at many levels. … The magpie’s impressive range of social activities, its willingness to interact with people, and its propensity to invent even leisure-time activities have made the magpie almost accessible company.”
…”They have shown a remarkable ability to adapt to different climate zones. (Across the Country).

And just to show that the First Nations stories were more than just fairy-tales, but rather used as teaching tools at a number of levels here is one that shows how Magpies and Currawongs worked to make it rain on the parched earth.
And how a Magpie’s Special Song brings rains.
The Earth sang a song of happiness as the rain fell, and the Peoples of the Raven danced in the falling rain.

Magpies love to Sunhaze.
To stretch out in the warm sunshine and allow the rich warmth to penetrate their bodies. Passersby may think that the bird is ill, but rather, it seems to be in a trance. I am sure they always do it when there is a partner or family member that can warn of any danger.

A small transmitter didn’t stand a chance. 🙂

Interludes: Let’s Be Careful Out There

October 14, 2021October 14, 2021Posted in Australian Magpie, Brown Falcon, Point Cook, Woiworung CountryTagged Australian Magpie, Brown Falcon, Point Cook Coastal Park, Woiworung Country13 Comments

The title is a quote from a tv show of the 1980s.

The Duty Sergeant would remind his team as they left the daily briefing, ‘Let’s be Careful Out There.”

In these days of rampant pandemic it still seems like good advice.

However being careful out there applies to some birds as much as it did to the police in “Hill Street Blues”

Longer term readers may recall that two years ago we spent quite a bit of time with a Brown Falcon pair as they nested. Cassia, of Cinnamon, provided us with some excellent insight into the nesting and feeding habits of their lives.
Unfortunately we were unable to follow up with them last season due to travel restrictions.

However with a change in limitations we have now been able to revisit the park, and after a couple of futile attempts, EE pulled the proverbial Brown Falcon Nest out of a Hat.
He had been hunting close into the nest in the open paddocks and seemed to be having some success, however we missed the food exchanges and were unable to determine a possible nest site.
It was not only us that were taking an interest in the falcon’s presence. Australian Magpies took them as ‘easy’ targets and each time one of the birds flew, a flotilla of maggies were in hot pursuit.
Mostly the magpies are fast enough, and the falcons don’t put in that much effort to get away, but today it was quite obvious that the falcons were not going to broach harassment, and each time the magpies drew in close, the falcons put effort into the wing strokes and powered away. Not something I usually see.

Cassia does indeed, Need to be Careful Out There.

Here is a small selection of the morning’s activity.

This is the male, he is lighter in colour. He is doing his best to hover over the grasses

Action TIme. A quick drop on to some prey below

Mouse delivery. Unlike Black-shouldered Kites, he carries the prey in his beak.

The male: Time for a scratch on the wing.

Sitting waiting for an opportunity to pounce. His yellow cere and eye ring are noticeable id markings. HANZAB notes that yellow cere may be a sign of age and is more prevalent in males. This bird might be at least 15 years old as we’ve seen him over a number of seasons.

This is Cassia, of Cinnamon and her nest with at least two young. They are only recently hatched, perhaps in the past few days.

The magpies decided that Cassia was not going to sit quietly anywhere in their territory.

She is well aware of the challenge, and is about to power away.

This is the first time I’ve seen a falcon put in the effort to evade the charging magpies. I think she has the better of them in a vertical climb

Stretching out. The magpies might have the advantage on a downhill run or across a level field, but in this case she just lifted up faster than the magpie could manage.

The male avoiding two enraged Little Ravens

Interludes: Of Tooth and Claw

August 11, 2021Posted in Australian Magpie, Black-shouldered Kite, Interludes, The OfficeTagged Australian Magpie, Black-shouldered Kite, Interludes, The Office9 Comments

Tho’ Nature, red in tooth and claw
In Memoriam;
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Welcome to Interludes:
We had been monitoring a pair of Black-shouldered Kites for the past several months, in between lockdowns, and had come to the conclusion that perhaps they had abandoned the project due to the cold weather.
However a couple of weeks ago things seemed to change, the male began to bring in food and took to sitting on a tree close to where we thought the nest might be. Plaintive cries from a hungry female confirmed it.

But, the nest tree was cleverly located behind a huge chainwire fence at the Treatment Plant and access and a close approach was out of the question. So in between weeks at home and bad weather we just had to wait.

Then, the weather opened up one morning to sunshine and we journeyed out for a looksee.

Can’t be sure, but it is pretty clear that the young had emerged from the nest, and at least one of them has made a few tentative flights.
Set up, settle in, see what happens.

One of the young took to the air, but its direction and control skills needed much more development. Eventually after much loud calling it landed a bit down range in the next tree.

Unfortunately, the tree was already inhabited by a nesting Australian Magpie.

And Maggie has a zero tolerance for visitor. Enraged and highly defensive, the little Kite would be no match for Maggies sustained attack.

Safely back on the Nest: We didn’t see it again for the afternoon

The Cavalry Arrives. But after several half-hearted swoops on the enraged Magpie, Dad gave up.

From the FieldNotes Book: Little Troubles

May 26, 2021May 26, 2021Posted in Australian Magpie, Field Notes, Little EagleTagged Australian Magpie, Field Notes, Little Eagle11 Comments

We were, Mr An Onymous and I, out looking for some elusive Flame Robins around the 100 Steps to Federation park at Altona. The park was previously a rubbish dump, and as Mr A is oft to quote, “Some of my rubbish is under that hill!”

They were here the last time I looked. But, not today. We did find and get close to one lone female, and were consoling our selves that a trip back to The Esplanade and a coffee from The Norfolk Cafe and a sit on the beach area and watch people instead of birds for a while would be a fine thing to do in the warm sunshine.

In the meantime the antics of a pair of Nankeen Kestrels kept us amused as they swept in and out of a tree-line. Just too far away for photos, but I volunteered, “Let’s go check it out anyway on the way back to the vehicles.”

When on a sudden a dark shape quite close swept over my head, —big bird I thought.
By the time I’d looked up and around it had gone to ground about 20m from where I stood. The best I could determine was a big brownish wing being folded down behind the saltbush.

Options were Whistling Kite or perhaps Swamp Harrier, or maybe, well I can dream, a Spotted Harrier.
We could sit and wait, but there was a little of the ‘thrill of the chase’ in this one, so we negotiated the old barbed wire fence and worked our collective ways toward the saltbush. Not too close else if it flew, it would overfill the frame, so we only needed a few metres inside the fence.

And we waited.

The action started when a small flotilla of young Magpies turned up, and decided that what ever was behind the bush needed a good bit of hurry up, and so they set to diving on the bird on the other side of the saltbush. First one, then another, and another. Regroup then return and repeat. The numbers of young Magpies wanting to join in increased and the bush was repeatedly swooped with urgently calling Maggies.

I waited, figuring the bird would take off from behind the bush and up and away from me.
Wrong!
It must have had enough room behind the bush, out of my line of sight to get airborne and swept out from behind the bush directly to my left, low and fast.

A Little Eagle! And the flotilla of Maggies in hot pursuit. This is the type of action they love. Slow moving bird, plenty of support to control the direction and distract it from gaining speed and height.

The chase was on.

Thrilled with the opportunity to harass the Eagle the Maggies pressed home their attack. The big bird circled wide out to escape and I guessed that would be the last I’d see, but the clever Maggies drove it around, and I guess that an updraft of the edges of the 100 steps hillside would work to its advantage. So it tightly circled past me came around, found some air and began to climb. The Maggies were now having to work very hard to maintain station. They still had the speed to attack, but the Little Eagle now had the advantage of its larger wing surface in the rising air, and wasn’t using any energy. The resolute defenders of their airspace began to lose steam, and slowly began to drop away and only one or two, then only one continued the fruitless cause.

The eagle now reached a comfortable cruising speed and altitude and the Maggies were done.

While the Little Eagle drifted away in the breeze, the Magpies landed together on a nearby tree and called out to congratulate each other on a job well done, and to brag about who had come the closest to the victim.

Little Journeys: Strollin’

November 24, 2020November 24, 2020Posted in Australian Magpie, Black Swan, Buff-banded Rail, Little Growling, Little RavenTagged Australian Magpie, Black Swan, Buff-banded Rail, Little Growling, Little Raven5 Comments

One thing our lockdown for the CovidCrisis has highlighted for us, is the chance to enjoy a walk around some of our local areas. Normally we’d be out and about in regular birding locations.

And of course, being local, there is not likely to be much in the way of highly sought out birds in the area.

Or
So we thought.

Not much more than a stroll from home is a new housing estate. It has been built on what, of course, was old farming land. And in our area, that would have been vegetable farming. A small, seasonal creek runs through the area, and because it is of environmental significance because of among other things, the habitat of Growling Grass Frogs (Litoria raniformis) a fairly wide verge has been created, and partly sculptured with a well formed footpath and open grass.

The rest of the creek proper, thanks to the developers, the local council and Melbourne Water, has been turned into runoff water retarding basins. As the creek was originally a set of water holes rather than a flowing creek, they have used the natural lay of the land to develop the area.

The past few days we’ve had a good amount of rain. In our gauge alone showed over an inch and a half (about 39mm). The new development with its sealed roads, footpaths, lawns and of course house roofs has indeed provided plenty of run off. As we walked today there was plenty of evidence of at least a metre or more water having recently been through the reed beds. But thanks to clever Melb Water development, the water level has subsided quite quickly.

About half an hour walk from home is an aptly named coffee shop, The Little Growling, and it makes a good spot to turn around and return. With a freshly brewed coffee to go, thanks very much.

As we walked out of our village at the start of our stroll, I heard the call of a Rosella, I’ve been hearing it occasionally over the past few weeks, and had even spotted it on a fence-line a couple of times. This time it was in one of the street trees, and to my surprise, a Crimson juvenile was with it, so there was much calling. (Whether they nested locally or not is still open to supposition). I am beginning to have my doubts about the Eastern id, perhaps it is a hybrid?

Not a bird we’d normally see locally, so it was not only a pleasant surprise, but quite enchanting.

Enjoy.

Eastern Rosella, or a hybrid with buff cheeks.

The last of our local Black Swans. The rest of the family seems to have moved on. Perhaps this one is reluctant to leave a good feeding location

Magpie Drama. For reasons I’ve never been sure of the adults seem to single out one of the young and peck away at it. No one seems to be hurt and the young one will pickup and move on as if nothing happened.

Maned Duck Drama. This male has a family of 5 trying to move across open ground. About 20 ravens thought there might be a quick snack or two for an enterprising attempt.
In the end, EE and I moved down the paddock and put the ravens to wing. Not that it would last for long, but sufficient to get the little ones safely to water.

The little family made it safely to the water, and were able to paddle away.

Australian Reed Warblers are either feeding young or building new nests.

Now that is something you don’t see in the average housing estate. Fortunately it was in no hurry to stop and chat

Like all housing estates, there are plenty of opportunists.

And this is why they call her EE.
“Buff-banded Rail,” she cried. True to form, it was. A most unusual find in a housing estate. We have been known to drive around the Treatment Plant for hours and never see one.

Little Visits: You Yangs on Sunday

January 13, 2020January 13, 2020Posted in Australian Magpie, Little Visits, Scarlet Robin, Spotted Pardalote, Varied Sittella, You YangsTagged Australian Magpie, Scarlet Robin, Silvereye, Spotted Pardalote, Varied Sittella6 Comments

One of the first times EE and I have been out just looking about.
We had been hoping to find some Eastern Yellow Robins, and or some evidences of the Scarlet Robins at the You Yangs, and EE also wanted to visit her water feature near the Big Rock carpark.

In the end, the big surprise was a family of Sittella, and their young recently fledged clan. I’m going to do a separate blog on that encounter.

In the meantime in spite of all the disaster that is around, and the challenges of the rest of summer ahead of us, it was good to see the birds had new life on the way.

Young Australian Magpie engaged in some serious preening, while reminding the parents of its presence.

One of several juvenile Grey Shrike Thrush working in the area

A Yellow-faced Honeyeater waits, nervously and politely for its turn at the water.

Two young Varied Sittella preening and resting while the family feed nearby

A young Scarlet Robin, one of the first we’ve seen in many months. Presumably its a male beginning to moult in.

Spotty the Pardalote. This is the male that I showed feeding his young on my Flickr steam.

Well not every shot is a winner, but I rather liked the colour set of the Sittella wings

Drama in Several Acts

July 8, 2018July 8, 2018Posted in Australian Magpie, Brown Falcon, Uncategorized, Western Treatment PlantTagged Australian Magpie, Brown Falcon, Western Treatment Plant14 Comments

We’d be chatting, Mr An Onymous and I, about the history and development of Greek Drama and Tragedy. And the role of Satyr as a political statement. Among the playwrights were Sophocles, and Euripides, and how they used the stage to create the Spectacle and allow the characters and drama to develop. Anyway, you get the idea.

“The Rise and Rise of the Brown Falcon in Unfamiliar Territory”

All good plays need a title that might throw the unwary viewer in the wrong direction.

Curtain Rises.

Act 1

Scene 1. A roadway somewhere along the Western Treatment Plant. Single treeline along roadway. Magpies embedded in trees carolling among themselves.

Enter Stage Left. Single Brown Falcon, flying about tree height toward the roadway. Point to note. Brown is flying slowly and deliberately.

Scene 2. Brown approaches treeline directly toward Magpies. Still slow and deliberate.

Continue reading “Drama in Several Acts” →

SnapShots: The Account of The Magpie and the Little Eagle

May 27, 2018May 27, 2018Posted in Australian Magpie, Little Eagle, The Office, Werribee River ParkTagged Australian Magpie, Blogg, Little Eagle, The Office, Werribee River Park11 Comments

All good tales have a protagonist and of course the antagonist. From Romeo and Juliet to Jane Eyre, or a Hitchcock movie, the ‘player of the first part’, has always to experience the consequences of decisions.

So as our hero the Little Eagle made its way across the paddocks in the sunshine, oblivious of the dangers, it was soon to learn that not all skies are clear, blue and free.