The annual golf tournament is over, the grass has stopped growing, time to get the camera out again.
I didn’t have to go far. A ‘rusty hinge bird’ was creaking away in one of the Bushy Yates in the garden. The culprit was a young Gang-gang who was being very persistent with his call for food.
Mum was nearby chewing away at one of the very tough seed capsules. As soon as she had a full crop, she hopped over to the youngster and let him have a meal.
Meanwhile, dad was higher up just feeding himself. I didn’t notice if he also gave junior a mouthful.
The Gang-gangs come down from the mountains each winter and spend several months on the lower country. For most of winter now, we will have small parties visiting selected trees in our garden and on the golf course. They can often be easily approached when feeding and their presence is nearly always indicated by their creaky growling often uttered in flight.
Very welcome visitors.