After very heavy and unseasonal rain overnight, the garden is jumping with birds, cicadas, dragonflies and butterflies. Everyone is out either feasting, mating or drying out, including a very sogggy brushtail possum that lives in a tree next to our house.
They’re noisy, they’re dog proof and they love to dig up the garden. They are the Orange-footed Scrubfowl (Megapodius reinwardt), a common sight and sound around Top End suburbia these days.
Haunting, mournful and eerie are words often used to describe the night-time calls of the enigmatic curlew. It’s little wonder these birds are shrouded in myths about death and mourning.
I was sitting at my desk at home last week typing busily away when I became aware of a flurry of activity in the native cherry outside the window.
It’s very dry out our way now. Our garden has turned from every shade of green to every shade of green and brown.