These little birds have been avoiding me for some time now. In two or three locations I’ve managed some momentary distant views through the binoculars, or had one dash across my path only a metre or two away then to disappear in the undergrowth. I think the word is frustration.
After spending some time wandering around the tracks at Wonthaggi and being entertained by all and sundry – Little Wattlebirds, White-eared, Yellow-faced and New Holland Honeyeaters, Dusky Woodswallows, Red-browed Finches, Grey Currawongs, etc, a fox and a wallaby…., I turned my head for home and did a ‘cross country’ to return to the ute.
The classic pose of the Southern Emu Wren is atop a piece of heath in some early morning sunshine, (like this one and this one by John Cantwell), but beggars can’t be choosers and today’s views will sate me for a little while.
The Southern Emu Wren is a sweet little clandestine bird and the quest for THAT shot continues.