BIRDS identified at Out of Town Nursery and Humming Garden
* Regular visitors

WATER
Little Black Cormorant*       
Little Pied Cormorant*
White Egret
White Faced Heron*
White Ibis*
Spoonbill
Straw Necked Ibis
Black Duck*
Wood Duck*
Royal Spoonbill

RAPTORS
Little Eagle*
Wedge Tailed Eagle*
Goshawk*
Brown Falcon*

GARDEN
Sulphur Crested Cockatoo
Dollarbird
King Parrot*
Quail
Spurwing Plover*
Crested Pigeon*
Peaceful Dove*
Bronzewing*
Gang Gang Cockatoo
Galah*
Red Rumped Parrot
Turquoise Parrot
Crimson Rosella*
Eastern Rosella*
Pallid Cuckoo
Fantailed Cuckoo
Tawny Frogmouth*
Kookaburra*
Rainbow Bird
Kingfisher
Welcome Swallow*
Blackbird*
Satin Bowerbird*
Brush Wattlebird
Red Wattlebird*
Ground Thrush
Grey Thrush*
Superb Blue Wren*
White Throated Warbler
White Browed Scrub Wren*
Flame Robin*
Scarlet Robin*
Southern Scrub Robin
Pink/Rose Robin
Southern Yellow Robin*
Willie Wagtail*
Restless Flycatcher
Rufous Whistler
Eastern Shriketit*
Brown Treecreeper*
White Faced Treecreeper*
Mistletoe Bird*
Spotted Pardalote
Silvereye*
Fuscous Honeyeater
Noisy Friarbird*
Little Friarbird
Eastern Spinebill*
Red Browed Finch*
Golden Finch
Olive Backed Oriole
Mudlark
Masked Woodswallow
Magpie*
Pied Currawong*
Raven*
Barn Owl
Southern Boobook
Little Grebe
Australasian Grebe
Satin Flycatcher (female)
Horsefield Cuckoo
White Browed Babbler 
White Eared Honeyeater*
Black Fronted Dotterel
Yellow Tufted Honeyeater*
White Naped Honeyeater*
White Plumed Honeyeater*
Crescent Honeyeater
Nightjar
Speckled Warbler
Rufous Fantail
Diamond Firetail Finch
Spotted Turtle Dove
Shining Bronze Cuckoo
Brown Headed Honeyeater*
Grey Butcher Bird
Little Corella
Bar Shouldered Dove
Buff Banded Rail
Black Faced Monarch
Blue Faced Honeyeater
White Winged Chough*                                               



Whoever invented the phrase “birdbrain” knew not of which he spoke…I heard about some research on the intelligence of Crows done in America where the birds were presented with the problem of a meal worm in a test tube that was too deep to get. It took an average of 35 seconds for the birds to fashion a piece of wire into a tool to reach the grub.

In a variation on this experiment the birds were presented with a meal worm floating on water in a test tube but too far down for them too reach. The only thing in the cage was gravel. The birds picked up the gravel & put it into the test-tube until the water level rose high enough for them to reach the grub.
Wild Crows in Japanese cities have learned to use traffic to get into hard nuts. They drop a nut into the traffic near a pedestrian crossing & when the lights change they walk with the other pedestrians & pick up the nuts from the broken shells. Magpies recognise themselves in mirrors & can use the reflection to remove a sticker that they cannot otherwise see. Pigeons in London have learned to use the trains to travel from one station to the other (i.e. one food source to the other) with minimal time & effort.
On the other hand Doves are just dumb.

There are various categories of bird…there are the birds that eat your garden..Bowerbirds…There are the birds that dig up your garden & put it on the path, Chooks,
Choughs, Blackbirds.

There are the birds that eat your friends, Goshawks, Falcons, Currawongs, Magpies, Kookaburras; even the lovely & benign-looking Grey Thrush, (which has one of the most delightful songs in the bush), is an unrepentant egg & nestling thief…little birds mob it as soon as it enters the garden in an all-species militia…. Last year we had a male Superb Blue Wren with a damaged leg,…(probably from a joust with a rival or a mirror…they can get really heated). It was getting about just fine & we spent a couple of weeks giving him some extra lovin’…they adore finely grated hard cheese, & will eat millet from the Finch Mix. So things were looking good for him, even if he wasn’t going to be “Boss Cocky” anymore. But low & behold a Grey Butcher Bird turned up at morning tea with our wren hanging from it’s beak & proceeded to bash it on the handrail of the verandah, where we had our feet up & to rip out & scatter the fine blue feathers, hither & thither…It’s tricky to know how to feel… we were saddened to lose our wren…but then we hardly ever get to see a Grey Butcher Bird up close & observe him at his trade!

There are the honeyeaters that hover like tiny angels at the flowers sipping delicately at the nectar…there are honeyeaters that grab the flowers by the stems & drag them
to the ground & suck the life out of them.

There are, of course, many other categories of birds…in fact it wears me out to think about it…but some of our favourites include:

Peaceful Doves …not very peaceful (calling constantly) & not very bright…at times during the year they gather here in their dozens & dozens…you are constantly aware of their doodle-doodle-coo call. The courting season is one of their gathering times. You can watch a female “going shopping”…wandering down the gravel paths, seeing what’s available followed by a male…or sometimes a bevy of males, doodling & curtsying  a frenzy of pre-coital courtesy. In the time honoured strategy of females everywhere, this goes completely unnoticed. I’ve seen a male fall from a tree trying to convince his lady-love of his honourable intentions. Not born architects, they think that 2 crossed sticks in the fork of a low twiggy bush is plenty of infrastructure for a nest. They then lay their eggs & have to keep their legs crossed until the nestlings mature to stop them falling to the ground in the slightest breeze. How come they have thrived for millennia…obviously “smarts” isn’t intrinsic to their survival.

Bronzewings…for years we didn’t have any. We would see gatherings of them on dusty clearings at the top of the hill…& then eventually an occasional visitor would drop in & then when they learned that the food was laid on here they moved in. We now have a score or more permanent guests. Just when they learned to play the didgeridoo I”m not sure, but that’s what they sound like. Almost wiped-out by Early Settlers because they apparently made a tasty substitute for spatchcock or pheasant, their defence of sitting still until the last minute when approached may have  worked in pre-Cook days but was a poor strategy when faced with the gun. Aboriginal people would send out children with toy boomerangs & stones to hunt them, but of course this did not make a huge impact on numbers.

Mind you they might look sweet & defenceless but come feeding-time they are quite capable of standing up for themselves. Whilst basically shy & retiring & not heavily-
armed with beak or claws they will nonetheless brook not opposition. Outnumbered by Choughs, with their long sharp beaks & flashing red eyes, or Galahs with their hooked bill & ultra-sonic screech the Bronies employ the secret weapon…the Whack-Attack. Firstly, as a warning, they raise their wing above their bodies, puff themselves up & start a sub-sonic booming noise…if this is insufficient,  they will rush sideways at their opponents hitting out with their muscly wing. This quite often does the trick…if not, the Bronzewing is surely one of the most stubborn of birds & while it might not get to feed, no-one else will either.

BOWER BIRD FEEDING IN SPRING:

Male Bowerbird

Thank God it’s rained. Not enough for the season, but enough for this week…. & yet still I’m depressed…Yes, it’s official. The Vegetable Garden has been re-designated the Bower Bird Feeding Zone.

Already this season they have cleaned up all the mixed lettuce, (no colour preferences) & all the other winter greens…except they don’t like Rocket & they don’t like Mizuna…. Hah…take that!

Last year we planted only cherry tomatoes (Black Cherry & Lemon Drop from Diggers). The cherry tomatoes tend to fruit early meaning we can usually get some before the Bowsies get back from their summer holiday in the mountains. But last year, with the better than average rain, many decided to stay on & apparently the tastiness of these two specialist varieties made worthwhile the effort required to fossick around & find these paltry little fruits. Or so I guess, since we got none.

My other plan last year was hot chillies!….Well, hot chillies, red hot chillies & WMDs. These I thought would be left for us. We chose varieties for yield, heat & colour. Our favourite was a little black number with handsome purple/brown leaves. & it is true that we did get some fruit to experiment with early in the season, but the crop hadn’t fully ripened (short season here) by the time the Bowsies got back from hols & started to get experimental themselves. It was just 1 or 2 at first & I vacillated between “Hah! Take that!” & “OMG. What could I have been thinking?!” But in no time they decided they had a liking for chillies & once they did they kept the leaves eaten back so that they could keep an eagle-eye on the ripening fruit (nothing too green, please). I have since found out that birds have very few taste receptors….but I do wonder about their bums!  Apparently it’s all about aroma…that explains why My Fat Hens refuse chook pellets!   

Female/Juvenile

Some “Good Organic Gardeners” of our acquaintance set rat traps baited with crystallised cherries to get rid of  Bower Birds…(apparently the trick is to tie down the trap so that the bird doesn’t fly off with it…it gets expensive replacing those traps all the time. I’m sure their tomatoes taste better than the ones we get from the IGA & ripen on the sunny window above the sink; but to my mind there would always be the taint of dead (& mutilated) Bower Birds in theirs.

So until I can afford a bird cage in the veg patch I guess we’ll just have to eat the things that Bowsies don’t like…Beans & peas (you have to protect the seedlings with chicken-wire cloches)..silver beet, beet root, cucumber, zucchini, basil, parsley.                                                                                           

SPRINTER:

For many years I have suspected that Spring started a little earlier than the 1st of September. Now it’s official. Professor Tim Entwisle, planticular honcho of the Melbourne Botanical Gardens has announced that we have 5 seasons & this more or less coincides with my intuition & observation…Except that his Sprinter…(early Spring,)… starts at the beginning of August….and for me…here…it starts around the 15th. Mind you, August this year was not so Sprinterish as usual. Very cold cold…lots of frosts…& dry!

Yes a very difficult month, August… with virtually no food left out there for the wild birds they gathered from near & far for the handouts. So whilst the business had virtually no “in-comings”…”out-goings on bird food was $350 for grain & nearly $30 for scrap meat for the girls (chooks)! Still it should ease off now…plenty of grass for the chooks…as long as we get some rain….& if we haven’t given the King Parrots some grain for an hour or so they gather in the Prunus trees & hoe into the flowers…One must have plenty of salad…one simply must!

So its certainly Sprinter now…Prunus are flowering…Almonds almost finished …Scads of bulbs are doing their thing & the UV cream has reappeared. The koalas are singing, like glottally-stressed wart-hogs & moving through the forest looking for victims to harass. In my sentimental days I had not an inkling that these cuddly creatures were such unrepentant sex-pests.

Despite the cold and dry the frogs are working themselves into a ferment in preparation for an annual full-moon event, usually in October, that we call “Frog-Sprog”. Sometimes we go out with a torch to observe…but it is definitely MA viewing. In the morning the herons gather up the casualties

Today I discovered a Scrub Wren nest in a bowl of Kalanchoe Quicksilver…At first I thought this would cause agonies of guilt about watering…but the brood had already left the nest & were following their parents around the garden squawking like demanding toddlers in a supermarket. These tireless little birds are not flashy & pretty like the Superb Blue Wrens but they are great characters & thrive here  with all the low shrubs & prickly bushes. Often they nest in my shed which gets me much chastised! Within a couple of weeks the babes will be able to contribute to their own feeding & Mum will be back in her nest in the Quicksilver sitting on eggs again. It is nothing for them to be able to raise 4 or 5 broods per year…more in a good year, which this year will not be.

Asarum maximum

Something new which, though obtuse & obscure…(& very nearly unobservable), is delighting me at the moment,  is the Panda Faced Ginger or Asarum maximum. It is a low-growing perennial for the shade…particularly deciduous shade. Nearly unobservable because the delightful, black & white flowers are practically hidden beneath the dark green marbled evergreen heart-shaped leaves!  We have grown ours In a bowl so that they don’t have to compete with the tree roots in our awful gravelly soil. This also allows us to place them to good advantage when in flower, rather than have to get down on all fours in order  to enjoy their discreet beauties.

Aloe hybrid

The Aloes are still with us….(I’ve never met an aloe I didn’t like!)…We have dead ordinary ones as well as drop dead gorgeous hybrid beauties that cost us an a liver & a kidney. Their seasons starts in Autumn running through Sprinter & beyond. At the moment the common Aloe arborescens varieties are making grand displays combining with Cotyledon macrantha & contrasting nicely with the limey Euphorbia rigida. They certainly give the honey-eating birds something to think about.

My favourite plants this month are violets & Euphorbias…we have quite a few varieties of each. On a warm afternoon the garden is more deliciously scented of violets than Grandma’s hanky drawer. Mind you by October I will be cursing both the violets & the Euphorbias & pulling them out all over the shop.
The Euphorbias, of course, will inevitably get their own back, because of the toxic sap…especially Euphorbia myrsinites, my favourite species; a lovely prostrate thing, most resembles some form of sea-life. Whenever I cut them back my eyes swell up & get red  & bloodshot. I look like I’ve been drinking too much Methylated Spirits!…so, of course, I get no sympathy at all!

About now we are starting to cut down the big grasses…which have been “fountains of hay” through the cold months. First we must check them carefully because even at this early date a finch nest could spill a dozen or so naked babies onto the path…& then, tortured by guilt, you have to run indoors & drink something sturdy….When you return the parents & aunts & uncles have inevitably gathered the scrum into the undergrowth. Success, after that, depends very much on the weather, of course. At any rate I then lay the chaff on the ground & run over it with the ride-on mower to make a useful mulch or addition for compost…We do have a very good muncher but it doesn’t like the big grasses…like Miscanthus…not one little bit.

“Now is the window of our discontent”….The theory would be that now is the time to get all the plantings done that we have had planned for however long….The frosts have finished…(more or less) so it is important to get all the planting done before it dries out…Oh! Hang on…it already has!…got to go…things to do!


See: Sprinter & Sprummer” by Professor Tim Entwisle…or check him out on Google or Radio National.

THE GARDEN

What we bought was 22 acres of bracken, dust, rabbits & failing fences!….& we’ve never regretted it for a moment…except, maybe in 2003, during the fires, when we were surrounded by 100s of acres of burning forest, & the CFA trucks had gone & the smell of burning bitumen was overwhelming! But after a little while we downed a beer, threw some kangaroo on the barbie…(purchased at the IGA) & figured a  new start was exactly what we needed. Unfortunately we were under the delusion that the fire would deal with the weeds & we could start afresh. Sadly the rest of the summer was the wettest in living memory & within months, …apart from the erosion… the Patterson Curse was 6 feet tall, especially around the Alpaca “toilets”…Tragically , of course, we had to have the Alpacas put down because of burns to their feet.

So we were alone apart from the starving wallabies, kangaroos & destroyed fences &  dead & dying Koalas.

People ask us did we have a plan when we bought the place. Well, yes we did…or particularly Tina did. I had some dream of Delphiniums & the scent of Honeysuckle in the evenings. But it seems the plan was mainly to have a flock of coloured sheep…When I first met Tina she had a spinning wheel; an embroidered chair with an antimacassar; a double bed with a velvet bedspread; & lace-edged floral curtains in the back of her Combi Van & would retreat there at lunchtimes to spin up a storm. She was a receptionist/secretary at the Melbourne University.

Gingel -the mother of the herd

As it turned out, she also needed chickens, ducks, geese, pheasants, donkeys, dairy goats, cashmere goats,  angora goats, culminating in Alpacas. We also agisted a couple of dairy cows (Jerseys). They belonged to a one hundred year old Beechworth lady who had run out of grass. They were murder on the fences! Cows are so pretty, but, like children, they are best admired in someone else’s paddock.

The astute reader may heave noticed that these are all creatures of the garden-eating variety. Except, perhaps, for the ducks…but in their case the drakes are so obsessed with rape it's a wonder they have time to eat anything!

Mysha - cute but evil

We used to collect snails in the garden at night & feed them to the chooks & ducks…But you have to stop once they become bubbly & cross-eyed…It’s hard to keep a good mollusc down!

So as an erstwhile anti-vivisectionist, vegetarian citysook  my contribution to “the place” for the first few years, (apart from the hard-earned!), was stringing fences & castrating lambs who already had names.

It is character forming for a person who is dyslexic, kack-handed & has a tool phobia to learn to use a wire-strainer on barb-wire, let me assure you.

Tina gave up work as a legal secretary in Wangaratta to have kids! Yes, dairy goats. So began era of our own milk, cheese-making & goat’s breath on a frosty morning…you can’t believe how delicious…better than a baby’s head.