What a puzzling day!
Dawn: clear and cool. A female calling quietly to the west. I think it’s the same one that I heard some weeks ago, when I was checking E.P.’s roost at dawn.
S.E. snuck down to the island of scrub behind the house-clearing. S.E. hoped to see birds arrive. He expected birds. Birds didn’t come.
Let’s jump to the weather: yesterday was dead still and the sun was a blowtorch. Today was cooler . . . by the thermometer . . . but the wind was a blowtorch. The birds we observed all had their beaks open, and their wings moving slightly as they breathed; but they weren’t outright panting.
It’s now 5:00 pm. A cool change has come in, and it’s spotting rain.
My point is . . . did the birds know just how hot it was going to be? And just kept all movement to a minimum? Within a half an hour of the cool wind’s arrival, three wild birds had turned up.
Audacious was one – but let’s back up:
Audacious may well turn out to be the most interesting avian personality we’ve ever had to observe. He was here at 5:30 am. He was one of the three who came to the fig tree when the cool breeze arrived twelve hours later. He was in sight, sitting quietly in an aisle hard by the figs, almost every time I went to look. At one point this morning – already hot – he and Eric couldn’t have been more than eighty feet apart; but not a single vocalisation passed between them. Audacious dined on figs while E.P. were away.
That is, what was notable again today, readers, is what I noted yesterday and the day before: Audacious seems to have a faculty that we have not observed before, a faculty to stay in close orbit without attracting reprisal, and to slip in when the coast is clear. Could it be that his partial blindness has forced him to adopt different strategies? Suppose you were living in Dickensian circumstances, and you were old and partially blind. It would make sense to rely on ‘life experience’ rather than physical power, wouldn’t it! Let’s wait and see.
[Does he attract mates? Why does S.E. think he’s male?]
All in all, an inconclusive day. Though it does seem that emus have enough sense to limit their movement over really hot periods.
[In this district, readers, we get hot hot days; but one or two of those always draws a cool change. This hot spell is finished. We shall have days of cooler temperatures and light rain. S.E. heaves a sigh of relief.]
Supreme Emu