FAIRY WRENS DRY AUTUMN



I tried a new spot yesterday. Moore's Lane. It peters out at the bottom of a deep gully. Through a gateway, along a dried up creek bed is a small area of furze, chinese scrub, spiny rushes and old black wattles . Dotted here and there are cotoneaster shrubs, heavily laden with fruit.

Here I found a number of what my brother-in-law Tom, calls LBBs, little brown birds. They were very busy. I counted thorn bills, fairy wrens, red-browed finches, yellow faced honeyeaters, a young shrike thrush, a lone scarlet robin, magpies, blackbirds, a rufous whistler, all in this small patch. Floating above was a wedge tailed eagle, being teased by a magpie.
It was a great little spot.
Whilst I was standing quietly, the finches were hopping around in the grass, when a sparrow hawk swooped down upon them. The long grass spoiled his aim and he flew off empty clawed. This happened about five metres from where I was watching under a tree. It was a pity the camera was pointing at the ground.
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