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.
Winter has arrived and our gorgeous scarlet robins have returned. They form permanent monogamous pairs and move to the open forests during the warmer months, returning to nest in our garden as the days shorten. The male makes quite a show once he is back, letting everyone know this is his territory again. Late one afternoon, he spent quite some time admiring himself in the window. Unfortunately, he was in shade and I didn’t capture him in all his glory.
The next day, Michael sat patiently while the sun shone on the same perch, in the hope of catching the perfect image.
Initially disappointed, he was soon rewarded with a prolonged robin lavation.
The black headed honeyeater seems bemused by the aquatic antics, reluctant to take the plunge.
I haven’t seen the female recently and assume she is busy building the nest while he makes himself irresistible.
I’m pleased to say he is not totally narcissistic. While his partner incubates the eggs, he will feed her and both parents share responsibility for feeding the young.