6:47am This bird has bright white eyes, glossy black plumage with indigo blue tints in the tail, and a throat ruff of long thick feathers. Ironically, given the plumage, the beak is not black like a currawong's, which resembles ebony. It sang briefly, the familiar warble often heard, low pitched, the throat swelling. The decorative feathers waggle, presumably seductively, as it sings.
But even before the hunter landed, the prey had scurried away into the safety of the gap under the ridge sheet.
Something promising moved in the trees on the other side of Macleay St.
The wind spoiled things, branches whipping around and leaves falling in gusts. If there was ever any prey it escaped.
Only one thing left to do: time to fly.
postscript: Seems I have encountered one of these kinky birds before!
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