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Sigh . . .
this is an old paradox, jch. The attrition rate for wild chicks, for example, is around 65% in the first year. These birds do it h a r d -- but if you step out into the house-clearing on a winter night (with Felicity foomphing quietly down behind the fig tree), you get a sense of why they'd choose life that way. You come across roosts in the gums . . . anywhere: a bird is grazing on a pasture at dusk; walks into the gums; hunkers down in its feather pyjamas; and that's home.
A bird like Greedy gets to be Lordess of the Universe, taking on all comers in order to score the best spot to lay her eggs. No quarter asked; none given. (Heck, I doubt any reader here has ever seen an emu's head over 8 feet off the ground, after a 100-foot run-up, as she double-kicked another bird!)
Here -- https://www.backyardchickens.com/t/714603/lightbox/post/9860925/id/5385934 -- is a shot (from a recently-harvested part of a gum plantation on which I'd turned up at 4:00 a.m. to observe) out over the National Park to the south of me. It's 50 miles by 50 miles. There are chicks in there who've never seen a hoomern.
Wonderful!!
SE
this is an old paradox, jch. The attrition rate for wild chicks, for example, is around 65% in the first year. These birds do it h a r d -- but if you step out into the house-clearing on a winter night (with Felicity foomphing quietly down behind the fig tree), you get a sense of why they'd choose life that way. You come across roosts in the gums . . . anywhere: a bird is grazing on a pasture at dusk; walks into the gums; hunkers down in its feather pyjamas; and that's home.
A bird like Greedy gets to be Lordess of the Universe, taking on all comers in order to score the best spot to lay her eggs. No quarter asked; none given. (Heck, I doubt any reader here has ever seen an emu's head over 8 feet off the ground, after a 100-foot run-up, as she double-kicked another bird!)
Here -- https://www.backyardchickens.com/t/714603/lightbox/post/9860925/id/5385934 -- is a shot (from a recently-harvested part of a gum plantation on which I'd turned up at 4:00 a.m. to observe) out over the National Park to the south of me. It's 50 miles by 50 miles. There are chicks in there who've never seen a hoomern.
Wonderful!!
SE
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