To me one of the most obvious migrations, if we’re
going to use that _expression_, is of the currawongs. Perhaps I just live
on the Currawong Great Trunk Road. Over the last few days the racket from
the arrivers/transients has been deafening at the peak voice times, 0630-0730
and 1700-1830 EADST. It is beyond me to describe the variety of sounds
that they use. Basically, there is the currawong anthem that varies from
the full ‘Currawongs, Currawongs, Forever!’ down to a tentative ‘curra’
from the odd bird (probably a footballer) that can’t remember all the
words. Then there is the Slow Whistle, which ranges from a conversational
nasal ‘whay’ up to the full mournful ‘whay-er-roo-er’.
One bird has been provoked into joining in with the monotonous ‘what no
beer’ call more usually heard early on Spring mornings. As that
sound is very localised, apparently from the one tree, I think it is probably a
local resident sending some kind of message to the arrivers/transients.
