Eastern Rosella


There are plenty of red rosellas around Kilmore. Their bell like 'chinking' is everywhere in the bush,  around the town and amongst the town gardens.

The Eastern rosellas are not quite as common here, but their brilliant colours help them to stand out, particularly when they perch on a branch in the morning and afternoon sun.

One only needs to travel fifteen kilometres north to Broadford and the Eastern rosellas are more plentiful, particularly along the red-gum wooded lines of Sugarloaf and Dry Creeks



Grey Shrike-thrush



These beautiful grey and tan birds are very common around Kilmore. It is very easy to look past them to those little less common birds. They are very attractive birds about the size of our introduced garden thrush. Their colouring of soft grey with a tan back make them very handsome.


These birds are shrikes, they are hunters preying on insects and spiders, frogs and lizards, other small birds, nestlings and eggs. They do also seek out fruit and seeds at times.


On a day like to day their calling is beautiful to hear. They have many variations depending on the season and the time of the day. Today it was the sound of Spring. Michael Morcombe's book 'Field Guide To Australian Birds' describes it as 'quorra, quorra, quorra, WHIEET-CHIEW'.

 The Kilmore bush in the springtime, is loud with the calling of these birds.



Gang-Gang Cockatoos


This afternoon when most other birds were quiet, there was quite a lot of chattering in a tall gum beside the golf course lake.

This pair of gang-gangs was busy at a hollow in the trunk. I watched as the male disappeared into the hole and the female looked on. After just a moment, the male bird reappeared with a chip of wood in his beak. This he dropped to the ground. He repeated this a few times before calling on his mate to take over.

She then disappeared in and out of the hole several times, also dropping chips to the ground. And they continued for all the time I watched. It was wonderful to see them working together to prepare their hollow for nesting, with some time for a bit of a gossip along the way. 


A Mixed Lot


It was very quiet walking this morning in the bush around the Monument Hill.

I was trying to get close enough to some choughs for some pictures, when they took off with cries and whistles. They perched in the lower branches of a peppermint gum, looking attentively into a patch of cassinia scrub and all the while whistling to each other.

I waited a few moments and was then surprised to see this young fox sniffing around an uprooted tree stump. He seemed quite inattentive to his surroundings. At this time of the morning he should have been more watchful. I stood for quite a few minutes photographing, until a waft of breeze blew from behind me, letting him know I was there.

Red Rosellas always add a patch of colour to the bush

Scarlet Robin

Grey Butcher-Bird


White-plumed Honeyeater


Kilmore sewerage works and adjacent paddocks were very quiet this morning despite the bright Spring sunshine.

There were plenty of magpies but little else.

I did see a group of  honeyeaters but they were very fidgety, settling for just a few moments before flying off. They'd settle again, flirting with each other, then off again chasing each other in and around the small trees and saplings.

Springtime! I think they had things on their minds other than food today.




Out past Kilmore East is Nanny's Creek Road. It runs between Kilmore East and Sunday Creek. 


Half way, is a bridge across Nanny's Creek. No-one is quite sure who Nanny was but, she has creek and a bridge to carry her name. The bridge is a modern concrete affair and underneath are many mud swallow nests. It is rather cold and dark under the bridge and the nests are empty for most of the year.




There are often swallows about this area, flying about, over and under the roadway. There are usually families of pardalotes here also, busy amongst the grass and the wattle trees. For such small birds they are very vocal and the air is always filled with their chattering and calling. 




I was under the bridge today, hoping to see whether or not the swallows were using their old nests for raising this year's chicks. There was no sign of occupancy, but after sitting for quite a while, there was some movement. Not the swallows but pardolotes. In and out of two of the 'blocks of flats' were pardalotes. Carrying pieces of grass, it was obvious they were preparing themselves a place for their coming families.



Busy as they were, they seemed to have plenty of time for a little play, hanging upside down outside different doorways, taking time to preen themselves and even a little exploring of the various openings. Great fun!






I wonder will there be some confrontation when the original owners come looking for their old homes over the coming weeks. maybe, but it is good to see that even in the bird world, there is an ability to share and recycle resources. 






Pardalotes it seems,  are pretty good at making use of all sorts of nooks and crannies for their nesting,



Pallid Cuckoo


I met this very curious cuckoo this morning.

I saw it sitting on some power lines out on Number Three Creek Road. I drove past and took a few pictures.

The sun was in the wrong place and I was about to leave it alone when it flew down on to a fencepost quite nearby. It was obviously watching me as much I was watching it.

These birds announce the coming spring with their early morning call. We used to call them semi-tone birds because of the rising notes of their calls.

 Lying in bed, early in the Spring, the pallid cuckoos would provide us with a very gentle, alarm call