It was too good to be true. On Friday morning I saw a number of bell birds attacking a wattlebird in the messmate tree opposite our lower drive. Then yesterday, as I passed under the same tree, came the dreaded pinging sound I've grown to loathe. They're obviously re-establishing their lost territory.
Woe is me. Sad am I. Bugger!
I believe I could see an improvement in the condition of the messmates and peppermints lately. And I'd certainly enjoyed seeing more small birds about including a family of thornbills(?) feeding in that same messmate not long ago.
I read in Tim Low's book 'The New Nature' that at Yellingbow the bell birds are culled to allow the helmeted honeyeater to survive. It's a pity the cull isn't extended to protect our stressed trees over a wider area. I don't like killing anything but I'd gladly volunteer to help. Bell birds really are little bastards.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment