GOLDEN WHISTLER Pachycephala pectoralis

There were plenty of bird voices amongst the bushes, small wattles, furze bushes and cassinia, at Kilmore East. The sun was bright and birds were busy.

I could hear the Golden Whistlers calling to each other and they were very intent on their conversation.

Very preoccupied, because they did not mind me moving closer to where they were sitting in the low branches of a dead wattle, maybe twenty metres apart.

The golden coloured male was bobbing his head as he called, watching carefully the brown streaked mate over the way.
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Their song is very loud, with both birds taking part in the debate. Their calls, very easy to identify, carry well through the trees and bushes, adding a sparkle to the sunny morning.
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