After a slight rise in the number of garden currawongs over
the last couple of weeks, at 8am a swelling cacophony of melodious peals
announced the arrival of the first large influx of the season. About 80
birds massed in the tops of three street trees gave a 20-minute concert before
winging off in a swirling flock, leaving the suburb silent except for the rasp
of a passing Gang- gang, the faint hum of commuter traffic, the distant
shoosh of a jet landing at the airport and the puny, ‘territory
occupied’ complaint of the bemused local PCs.
