In my front yard stands a mature spotted gum. And, although I cannot see it, somewhere in the tree’s canopy there is a nest.
I often see the large, black birds fly up
into the tree, but once under cover of the tallest branches, their home can't
be seen.
But I know they're there. I can hear the
calls: each one a succession of three clear ringing notes, the last one ending
in a shimmering vibrato.
In their Regional Field Guide to Birds: South-east Coast and Ranges, Graham Pizzey and Frank Knight describe the currawong's “voice” as
“loud, falsetto ‘currar’, descending ‘crik crik bewaiir’ or ‘jabawok! jabawok!’;
long wolf-whistle ‘weeeooo’.”
photo credit: Pied Currawong via photopin (license) |
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