(Mid-Week 47) After a morning of restless cacophony and chorus that ascended into an ethereal crescendo, amidst the hustle and bustle of parents…….. silence, serenity and peace. And the world was indeed a better place that day. (Week 47) A week after the weak chicks cried without a voice, the industry of the parents (and the…
(Week 47) A week after the weak chicks cried without a voice, the industry of the parents (and the scale of the grub) and the size of the nestlings have increased exponentially. The parent looks a little worn around the edges, but the pace of creation hurtles along towards the next major milestone – the…
The parents have emerged, as both take turns to feed the nestlings and to keep the nest warm. Here, a parent keeps a moment of vigilance on surrounding intruders before disappearing into the depths of the well-camouflaged nest in the bush. This is the crucial period for survival – humans can only keep a watchful eye from…
(Week 46) The eggs of Week 45 came alive today(?) on Good Friday. The nestlings were too young (and weak) to even make a sound – but how vigorous were their zest for grub! (Week 45) The bauhinia and orchids continue to bloom in their quiet domains, when the birds come to nest. The diversity and…