Great expectations fall into chastening hollows

 

Yeah, gidday. One of my less than many readers got in touch the other day. Not seeing much effort on the old blog lately. Was I OK? Touching, such concern for my wellbeing. Anyway, all's well with me. Can't say same for bloody Blogspot. Changes to assist mobile users have stuffed up my blog workflow. That's part of it. There's also a desire for more depth. Citizen science with touch more sci.

So, settled in for daily look-in on Barking Owls and Tawny Frogmouths pairs that began breeding in late October. Tawny Frogmouth male sat in clear view from scores of walkers and drivers daily passing by in Cape Pallarenda Conservation Park. Female Barking Owl settled inside big hollow stump in Townsville Town Common Conservation Park, watched over by male. Weeks go by, tick males' presence each day. Day 50 comes and goes. Nothing changes at or near nests. Then it does. Male owl not on duty. Male frogmouth not on nest. Sneaky scrape on owl nest trunk. No female owl appears. Gone. Check all about frogmouth nest. Male on nearby branch. With female, suddenly there after 50 days unseen. No youngsters. Lesson? No sure things in nature. Better luck next year perhaps. Though owls have now failed three years running. 

So, to the pictures. There's me, out from behind binos. But beware. It's not the real me. Look closely, it's me flipped. Left is really right because picture is shot via mirror in local cemetery (no, I've no idea why toilet block has external mirror).

And there's Mr Frogmouth sitting stolidly on duty during his fruitless days under the baking sun.

And Mrs Frogmouth suddenly returned from who knows where to again sit beside her mate.

And two Barking Owls, one consistently failing to meet my eye since quitting watch over the nest. 

And there's Mrs Owl, back in the days - and nights - of expectation. 

The birds just get on with life, the watcher feels an ironic and somewhat chastening hollowness. 

Snipe triggers smiles on Sunday surveyors' dials

Latham's Snipe takes break from busy morning feeding close to tower hide in Townsville Town Common this morning and by so doing in plain sight pleasing members of Birdlife's regular monthly Sunday survey team. Also present, two, later three, Sharp-tailed Sandpipers. Nothing remarkable about their presence, ordinarily. However small wader (shore bird) numbers notably low through all the 2020 post-wet season. Seems also unlikely that migrating Yellow Wagtails will drop in by the rapidly drying remaining pools. Low numbers of Australasian Pipits seen lately indicate lack of suitable conditions for the Wagtails.

Tawny Frogmouth nears end of sitting down on the job

Male Tawny Frogmouth casual look at things from vantage point in Cape Pallarenda Conservation Park. Been sitting all month, on daytime duty. Female should be close by, to take over the night shift. But search of the area has turned up nothing. Should be seeing her sometime soon, all going well. 

Canna finda betta bitta batta Barra?

Australian Magpie tackles battered catch of the day, Pallarenda, Townsville 

Lucky call closes months of taking it on the chin

Having taken months of failure on the chin, got lucky when visitor to Payets Tower innocently checked call of species eluding me and there, close above - a Black-chinned Honeyeater. One of three on the morning, all typically shifting almost nonstop through the paperbarks just outside the tower. Eighty frames and just the one worth keeping. If at first you don't succeed . . . 

Wandering Whistling Duck takes care to the air

Adult Wandering Whistling Duck dragging its feet at Melaleuca viewing area in the Town Common Conservation Park. Flight never intended to go far because of the need to look after six immatures the parents have been shepherding among the water lilies. For more than two weeks the Whistlers and 6-7 Jacanas had the area much to themselves. As other pools hard by to the north have dried an assorted 200-400 ducks, teal, ibises, lapwings and lesser standouts have moved in. No rarities as yet, but fingers crossed . . .

Somewhere over the rainbow . . .

Rainbow Lorikeet - batwing coral treat

Sunbird, Olive-backer - cocky apple snacker

Brolga up en pointe - rite of springy joints

Back-breaker bags Brown-backer

Back-breaking crawl got me close to Brown-backed Honeyeater before it twigged my presence in Town Common Cons. Pk, Townsville, today. Time I found technique with fewer twinges.

Much easier on the spine catching Nankeen Night-Heron doing daytime flyover this morning.

Even simpler, walk up close and talk to obliging Pelican.

And yesterday at Pallarenda stood comfortably under tree and clicked away after coming upon Osprey ripping into fresh catch. John Dory, I'm told.

   

What's black and white and red all under?

Hazard a bet that it's a WillieWagtail.

Or red on the head and a goose about mistaken mouthful?

Or darting down to mostly green all under?

Or lesser black and whipping black tongue out?
 

Sharp eyes even without promised whizzbang tech

                              

Still waiting for my pre-ordered in-demand mirrorless Canon R5 camera rushed to market to do battle with Sony's groundbreaking A9. Both offer super fast autofocus on the eye (not sure how systems cope with two - and more - eyes). Anyway, above, some recent eyes, sharp enough even though shot without latest whizzbangery.