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Morning, K.B.!!
Hmmm . . . looks like I gotta start this post again.
One: I have learnt so much. Thirteen months ago – notwithstanding the five years here – I still couldn’t, for example, easily discern male and female calls. The observations were not coherent. So, we may now be able to find both nests, if there are nests, ‘cause we now have some idea of how to go about that.
Whatever, though, to have two males under observation would be an ornithological coup.
Two: here’s part of a pm I just sent:
Three wild birds, as bold as brass, have come out of the gums, and up to the lilly pilly.
The sound-recording conditions are perfect at this second: dead still. No noises except the emus and the other birds.
The three are – they’re still here – talking quietly to one another. The female is shy, and has moved away. I have been watching her from the bench in the garden, and trying to get her vocalisations on the crummy video on my mobile phone.
Quite clearly, she is trying to get the other two to leave the lilly pilly tree. She goes, ‘kook kook kook’ really quietly, three or four times, as she walks quietly along the edge of the gums. Then the male – still under the tree -- replies with a soft ‘guurk.’
Kook kook kook
Kook kook kook
Guuurk
Kook kook kook
Kook kook kook
Gone outside to watch: actually, they are so tame that it could be Mystery Female and Audacious and a third bird.
Three: yeh, it’s M.F. and A and another male!! I’m almost certain it’s a male. Here ya go, K.B. Here, finally, is a picture of Mystery Female.

All three birds really are in sassy mode today! Watch this, citizens: I’m gunna walk out and get a photo:
There! Here is Soggy Guy, a.k.a., Audacious. Yeh, K.B., I find the birds get pretty bedraggled lookin' at times:

Next: nah, shan’t tame any chicks that hatch here. I am already cogently aware that Felicity’s difficulties may be a result of the ‘hot dynamic’ of the house-clearing.
Moreover, it may be that, for as long as S.E. can ‘tread water,’ the consorts may follow the pattern of Boy Emu: they come here with a female who is ‘imprinted’ here; they incubate here; they leave with the clutch, for their own home turf.
Next: gee, guys, this really is tentative; but considering how poor so much data has transpired to be:
can anyone provide anecdotes about which one of a breeding-pair wears the trousers? Mr. Net him say, ‘Females fight for access to males.’ Well, we certainly see that the females are the ‘pivot’ of the species. For example, I see females with multiple males, but never vice versa.
However . . . right outside my door, I see a breeding-pair in which the male is clearly at least an equal partner (notwithstanding that this morning some other guy is hangin around . . . ). Audacious led the other two from the gums this morning. (Audacious by name; Audacious by nature.)
Next: the Dark Bird Thing: I think that I think that I see that the birds are darker at this time of year. Any observations on this? I don’t think that it’s ‘outside birds.’ I wonder if it’s hormonal, or it’s not real, just a trick of the autumn and winter light.
S.E.
Hmmm . . . looks like I gotta start this post again.
One: I have learnt so much. Thirteen months ago – notwithstanding the five years here – I still couldn’t, for example, easily discern male and female calls. The observations were not coherent. So, we may now be able to find both nests, if there are nests, ‘cause we now have some idea of how to go about that.
Whatever, though, to have two males under observation would be an ornithological coup.
Two: here’s part of a pm I just sent:
Three wild birds, as bold as brass, have come out of the gums, and up to the lilly pilly.
The sound-recording conditions are perfect at this second: dead still. No noises except the emus and the other birds.
The three are – they’re still here – talking quietly to one another. The female is shy, and has moved away. I have been watching her from the bench in the garden, and trying to get her vocalisations on the crummy video on my mobile phone.
Quite clearly, she is trying to get the other two to leave the lilly pilly tree. She goes, ‘kook kook kook’ really quietly, three or four times, as she walks quietly along the edge of the gums. Then the male – still under the tree -- replies with a soft ‘guurk.’
Kook kook kook
Kook kook kook
Guuurk
Kook kook kook
Kook kook kook
Gone outside to watch: actually, they are so tame that it could be Mystery Female and Audacious and a third bird.
Three: yeh, it’s M.F. and A and another male!! I’m almost certain it’s a male. Here ya go, K.B. Here, finally, is a picture of Mystery Female.
All three birds really are in sassy mode today! Watch this, citizens: I’m gunna walk out and get a photo:
There! Here is Soggy Guy, a.k.a., Audacious. Yeh, K.B., I find the birds get pretty bedraggled lookin' at times:
Next: nah, shan’t tame any chicks that hatch here. I am already cogently aware that Felicity’s difficulties may be a result of the ‘hot dynamic’ of the house-clearing.
Moreover, it may be that, for as long as S.E. can ‘tread water,’ the consorts may follow the pattern of Boy Emu: they come here with a female who is ‘imprinted’ here; they incubate here; they leave with the clutch, for their own home turf.
Next: gee, guys, this really is tentative; but considering how poor so much data has transpired to be:
can anyone provide anecdotes about which one of a breeding-pair wears the trousers? Mr. Net him say, ‘Females fight for access to males.’ Well, we certainly see that the females are the ‘pivot’ of the species. For example, I see females with multiple males, but never vice versa.
However . . . right outside my door, I see a breeding-pair in which the male is clearly at least an equal partner (notwithstanding that this morning some other guy is hangin around . . . ). Audacious led the other two from the gums this morning. (Audacious by name; Audacious by nature.)
Next: the Dark Bird Thing: I think that I think that I see that the birds are darker at this time of year. Any observations on this? I don’t think that it’s ‘outside birds.’ I wonder if it’s hormonal, or it’s not real, just a trick of the autumn and winter light.
S.E.
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