SPRING, WHEN A BOWERBIRD’S FANCY TURNS TO ….
Well, spring is well and truly here now. I have watched the blossom come out above Mr Bowerbird’s home in Memorial Park at Blackheath. I don’t know what sort it is; some sort of prunus. With a bit of luck it might produce fruit later on. He would love that.
There are already plenty of pollinators.
The proud home owner still maintains his bower assiduously. But oh dear me, I think he has lost a few bottle tops! Bowerbirds regularly steal from each other. There are also a couple of feathers in the first photo below, which have disappeared in the second. They probably disintegrated during recent rainy weather…. or have blown away. No wonder the birds choose indestructible plastic!
Today our suitor had a gorgeous lady visitor and he did everything in his power to impress her.
No, she didn’t like them a bit.
It’s a bit radical, but what if you tried losing the blue?
Sadly, it was still a no-go. She turned around and walked off.
It must have been humiliating, because a male King Parrot was watching from a nearby tree with amusement. The only decoration he needs is that fine crimson chest.
Apart from theft by sneaky rivals and rejection by prospective partners I see another big problem with this satin bowerbird’s romantic journey…..his bizarre serenade. When a likely bride approaches he dances around his ‘secret’ bower and launches into a remarkable and very loud whirring and chirring.
The noise attracts every unleashed dog in the park. Before their owners can call them to heel they are rudely intruding.
How the fragile grass structure in the centre of the bower hasn’t been flattened is a true miracle. Just tone the tune down a little is my advice, mate.
UPDATE – BETTER LUCK
Things are beginning to look brighter! Maybe it’s the latest decorator pieces.
Parrot plumage and plastic pegs.