when the lights are low
and the evening shadows
softly come and go
Nothing soft about these calls though, they sounded more aggressive than their usually more melodic call which to my ears sounds somewhat like: to-wup-to-wup-to-weeeeugh. This one cut right across the dense undergrowth of noises and sounds and multi species bird chatter. It started with two high pitched stacatto notes prefixing a cascade of lower notes - ta-ta-tewwwwwww, distinctive and penetrating. It waited intently for a callback of the same tune from another currawong, maybe its mate or children, before calling again. It skittered around somewhat comically while doing all this, possibly trying to get a visual sighting.
Currawongs are sharp, no doubt about it, I've always thought so. The touch of white, the black beak, the bright yellow eye of a creature that could exercise patience, which surely means intelligence. Style. The black magpie doesn't have a black beak, ha ha! And look!
They go absolutely nuts, both calling continuously and simultaneously. Two is a party!!
Like anorexic roosters?
An ecstatic, loony tunes big finish. Brilliant! (5:02 to 5:05pm)
