At 09:00 on 21/02/21 while walking in Glebe Park I heard an outpouring of the strangest bird calls I’ve ever experienced in the COG A.O.I. With just a touch of melodrama
I’d describe it as an overlapping of sounds, a churring, clacking, wheezing aural collage reminiscent of an old chaff-cutter being driven by a farmer with emphysema.
At first I couldn’t sight the source of the noise until two Red Wattlebirds flew into the thickly foliaged tree and then, after 30-seconds prying with my binoculars, I
glimpsed the head and neck of what I took to be a young koel. (My experience with koels is minimal.) I could see the black eye stripe which broadened noticeably as it extended down the side of the neck. The crown appeared to be a light buff rather than golden,
but this may have been due to the light.
Suddenly a Pied Currawong burst out from near the koel chased by one of the wattlebirds. Perhaps my decision that the koel was a youngster was driven by the presence of
the wattlebirds that may have been feeding it, although I couldn’t see what they were doing. And a further thought: maybe the extraordinary racket kicked up by the koel might have been a reaction to the presence of the currawong.
So there’s an element of conjecture in the foregoing but here’s hoping it is of some interest.
John Layton
Holt.
