It’s all about the birds today – there’s birds everywhere. It’s kind of strange for the middle of the day. Normally they’re out at dawn or dusk. Behind me, there’s noisy Red Wattlebirds in the pine trees, chacking away to each other. There’s also White-plumed Honeyeaters with a sweeter song. There’s some Pigeons cooing away, and some Willy Wagtails that I can hear chattering but can’t see at the moment. There’s also a big flock of Eastern Rosellas. Some are picking through the grass on the ground and the rest are arguing with each other in an old dead tree.
There’s two Pacific Black Ducks. They flew over, circled then landed, skating across the pond. Now they’ve flown away again, their wings making that strange whistling noise ducks often do as they fly. There’s some tiny Superb Fairy-wrens flitting around in the grass and shrubs. There’s also a pair of Kookaburras laughing in the pine trees, and two Noisy Miners hassling one of the Kookaburras. There’s a flock of Welcome Swallows, darting around catching tiny bugs, and some Ravens cawing noisily. There’s some Magpies, which are almost always around, and a few other birds who’s songs I hear but can’t recognise.
Finally, there is one solitary Dusky Moorhen. He’s picking silently among the lily pads, not seeming to notice any of the commotion going on around him.
— Catherine