We have been visited by lots of different birds this year. Whether it is the season or the fact that our garden is becoming leafier, I don’t know. I do know that I love it and my bird book is getting quite a workout.
On Sunday I heard a different bird call while I was hanging out the washing. It was a definite whistle. As usual, I went looking for the source. I couldn’t see anything in the vineyard behind us, or on the sheds. Eventually there was a small movement in the wattle tree. To my surprise the culprit was grey bird, about the size of a starling, but plumper. For some reason I had expected a larger bird. I watched it for a little while, and as it made no attempt to leave the tree went to get my camera.
It was still there when I returned, but hopped from limb to limb, higher and higher, so no photo.
Then I heard a second bird. They started to have quite a conversation and it had obviously also landed in the tree, as I could hear it hopping about.
I crept around to the other side of the tree, expecting another grey bird. To my surprise it was bright yellow……and sat still long enough for me to take a photo.
I had never seen one of these before and had no idea what it was.
Out came my trusty Simpson and Day.
After a bit of hunting I found them.
A Golden Whistler.
I hope they visit again, as they were rather lovely.