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Mr S. Bowerbird’s magnificent home in Blackheath’s Memorial Park was almost wrecked yesterday. Two (illegally) unleashed dogs tore through the middle of it before I could warn their owners. How they missed crushing the bower itself is a miracle. There was a bit of repair work required.
More repairing of internal walls
Even the ‘roof’ needed a bit of attention.
Time for a bit of foraging outside after all that effort.
While he was away I thought I would find a little treasure to cheer him up after the dog scare. Growing nearby was a hebe shrub. Its violet flowers are a perfect match for a bowerbird’s eyes. Oh dear….it was a disaster. As soon as he returned he picked it up and hurled it out of the bower
It’s the second day of spring. The blossom is coming out directly above the bower. This bird has chosen such a delighful spot.
Happily, there comes a moment in a satin bowerbird’s life when a carefully chosen object completely beguiles the object of his desire.
How wonderful that the eggs have those violet splashes to match their father’s eyes.
The female does all the incubating and later the feeding of the young. How on earth does she manage? No wonder these birds make lightning raids on orchards and vegetable gardens. I have never seen a nest, and this very murky photo was the only one I could find on-line.
Look at this chick. Just a little bit adorable. I love the smokey fuzz.
Soon this little fellow will be venturing out and eating my flowers. That’s a little groundcover called Lithodora.
And so the cycle of satin bowerbird life goes on. How entertaining these characters are.