We have had the most stupendous summer here in northwest Tasmania – long, hot, sunny days stretching into warm evenings with not a breath of breeze. It will all come to an end in the next few weeks and we will be stoking the fire and donning coat, scarf, hat and gloves to venture outside. There has been a preponderance of birdlife this season, perhaps due to the absence of our usual resident tiger snake. I could spend hours watching the antics of these wonderful creatures making good use of our many birdbaths. The Black-headed Honeyeater is endemic to Tasmania and is a very sociable sort. The youngsters have a brown head and bill, looks like this was a family outing.
An Eastern Spinebill arrives but, after observing the zealous activity, seems reluctant to take the plunge.
No such reticence from the House Sparrow, he just dives straight in.
When the splashing abates, a New Holland Honeyeater sneaks in for a quiet drink.
A lone swimmer enjoys the peaceful interlude before the next family arrive.