I feel almost guilty posting. I really am winding it down. Even in just a week or so, my attitude to the birds has changed. I am neutrally watching, as I did years ago. Having Felicity around while I am in non-observation mode is just a joy.
But a couple of things warrant mention:
in conversation with a Local Lad, the subject of things that predate on emu chicks came up – indeed, guys, it was the guy who has the dingo trap in his ‘museum’ – and L.L. said, ‘Phascogales!!’ Now, a phascogale looks like an oversized rat with a big tuft of fur on its tail. It’s both arboreal and nocturnal. S.E. disagreed. I contacted an environmentalist down on the coast, and she agreed with me, and then . . . added two predators to the list!!
So, there’s little doubt that the ‘chudditch’ -- Google a photo -- predates on emu chicks, and so, probably, do . . . large water birds like herons!! This last surprised me; but Tina says that predation of chicks by such large water birds – at the water’s edge, when the chicks come to drink – is something that’s by no means uncommon, and she’s seen it firsthand (of chicks of other species).
Yeh, K.B., the data-gathering in respect of pastures has been long, frustrating, and lacking in ‘closure.’ However, it is tied in with so many other ‘equations,’ like how big a territory a breeding-pair might undertake to stake out and hold, that it was worth every fumble. It's been a most successful failure. There are those who remember when the only pasture we knew was the house-clearing, and then our first excursion to Oudman's, which was a big event.
Consider the ornithologist who was studying the wrens down on the coast. These birds live their whole lives in an area a couple of hundred yards square. For us, though, piecing together even the outline of a flock’s movements over time would require numbers of people working over weeks. It would be, quite simply, an enormous task. I am still stunned that we managed to find the nursery. It’s an area four hundred yards square in an ‘observation block’ ten miles long and two miles deep. So, our ‘failure’ was far from total.
There are hoppers on the corridor. That project is in abeyance.
For K.B. and others:
Felicity is Eric’s daughter. The lineage is as follows:
2008: Supreme Emu arrives. Eric the Emu is present, scoffing fallen fruit. S.E. starts semi-taming him. [See Eric scoff a whole peach. See Eric’s eyeballs bulge as he stands there, choking for breath, with what looks like a soccer ball stuck half-way down his neck. See Supreme Emu chop up the peaches, and throw the slices to Eric. See Eric decide that Supreme Emu is a useful addition of the house-clearing.]
January, 2009: Eric turns up with three chicks: Number One, Felicity, and Greedy. These chicks first feed from S.E.’s hands some months later. (Guys, my whatsit avatar photo is of two of those chicks at about that time.)
Following years: the chicks grow to adulthood. Greedy displaces Eric. Number One dies. I start more formal observations. Greedy has a clutch with Boy Emu last winter.
Three months ago: Eric turns up with this Alpha and Omega, who are also (probably . . . ) related to Felicity and Greedy.
Also, K.B., we have observations (dating back before you began reading) of Mrs. Eric, Eric’s mate. The Books suggest that females take different consorts each year, but Eric and Mrs. Eric have been an item known to readers for longer than that.
So . . . it just might be that (if parenting continues for months yet) Mrs. Eric will reappear next year. Notwithstanding what Mr. Book says, there is a strong and clear logic in an experienced and dominant couple mating each season for years.
Note also that it’s the females that do the choosing. (It’s interesting to note how human-centric people’s discourse is when we consider this issue.) I personally wonder about Mrs. Eric. She’s of about average shyness: won’t come close to me. However, Eric is one of only a tiny number of know double-alpha birds (Eric, his daughter Greedy, and Foreign Bird), so Mrs. Eric herself is clearly not small cheese even if she is shy around me.
Finally:
I am tempted to locate the farmhouse on the land where the Way-to-Town soak is because I begin to think that it’s the same four birds – that is, that they’re pets!! I only see them – whizz!!!!! – as I pass; but they are lovely young adults, that is, fairly recognisable.
(Such birds are fairly recognisable in the wild simply because there aren’t that many of them about, and they’re still neat and glossy looking. Bear in mind, pet-emu owners, that although your birds are glossy and groomed – Sheriff’s birds are an outstanding example – wild adult birds are usually scruffy. Dark Emu, here last autumn, was outstanding because it was so sleek and ‘coiffed.’ Meanwhile, two days ago, Eric Plus turned up for their feed with grass-and-cobweb ‘hats’ on their heads. Go figure.
‘Kay, I’m off to the garden; but if nothing else, there will be brief reports when the figs come on, and wild birds arrive in numbers.
S.E.