The Gang Gangs have been down from the 'bush' for some weeks now. I will suddenly spring a couple from a tree on the golf course as I ride by. Really though, I'd almost forgotten they were here.
Yesterday I was given a gentle reminder of their presence when I was pulling some weeds in a small garden bed beneath a Bushy Yate in the front yard. I'd knelt on a seed pod from the tree several times and was uttering expletives, barely under my breath, and another one hit me on the shoulder. You may well laugh, but the yate seed pod is not inconsequential!
I realised immediately that it was probably from a Gang Gang.
They're a gorgeous bird with striking colours and markings in their plumage. When they are busy feeding, they will often allow you to approach quite close. This one was obviously not very perturbed at me bruising my knees below it.
He looked as though he was having a bad hair day, but he and his partner who was higher up, were quite enjoying themselves, as I did too until they'd had their fill and flew off and I returned to the weeds.