(tales from the birdgirl)
October 30, 2014 § 2 Comments
Wattlebirds don’t sing.
But I’m the birdgirl:
they still delight me.
For more about wattlebirds, click here.
Tagged: birds, bush, nature, South Australia
They are a presence – so even though they may sound discordant, it is LIFE happening right outside your window. I, too, love watching the birds!
[…] have struggled for years to come up with words to describe the calls that red wattlebirds make, here on my blog and elsewhere. They are a mixture of chuckles, coughs, clicks, screeches, rattles, squawks and […]
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