I took quite a few photos of this bird, a Whistling Kite. He was showing me many different poses. Here are just some.
There are a lot of these birds living here with us. They are friendly, don’t cause any concern and are a delight to watch as they roam around, wandering in and out of the garden around my house. This guy seem to have something in his mouth to take away.
They’re often called Purple Swamphens, but the blue is, I think, more blue than purple.
This ones off, flashing his white behind as he goes.
After the rain the birds seem to emerge. As I wandered along the creek there were lots of darters, finally getting the chance to dry out. The fair weather didn’t last. I can hear rain on the roof as I write this.
This is Mr Red Rump. I’ll put up a pic of Mrs Red Rump tomorrow,
Look at the colours of the feathers, especially the red rump!
This is a Black shouldered Lapwing..a Plover. There were two of them by a channel. Apparently, there are different subspecies of Maasked Lapwings. Some don’t have the black markings on their shoulders. Who knew? Not me. I do now and I’ll try to find one without the marking.
An Australian definition of a long neck : (Noun) A 750ml bottle of beer. Example: I’m going to sink a few long necks with my mates.
Here’s another sort of long neck my husband spied and photographed today.
Here’s the underside.
Because we’re surrounded by water, it’s not the first one we’ve noticed. We posted some pics of another turtle a while back. In the water, (click here) and another one digging a hole (click here). This one was also digging a hole in the paddock.
I posted some fights of some Pelicans that Audrey said resembled jumbo jets in the air. I have to agree.
However I have a few other flight angles here to compare.
This one at full stretch, dainty, almost elegant
This one’s landing successfully, easing on to the water with a splash
This one, watch out, I’m coming down. for a tight landing. Miss the tree, miss the stumps, miss my friends They don’t look all that phased.
Love this simple song by Bob Marley
Rise up this morning
Smiled with the rising sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singing sweet of songs
Of melodies pure and true
This is my message to you-ou-ou
Singing don’t worry about a thing
Sorting through my photos I found three in a row of birds up in trees. Here goes.