Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Birds of Skye - A Seven Cockatoo Day
Every day the bird spectacle changes. I find that I say to myself, 'If only bird watchers in the UK could see what I am seeing. They would be amazed!'.
The sub-text is that people in Africa have the pleasure of a vibrant bird population and I don't need to feel sorry for them. But if you were a birdwatcher and lived in the UK, Europe and most of the USA, what we have on our bird table would amaze you!
Yesterday was a 'Seven-cockatoo-day'. I walked past the kitchen and saw 7 Sulphur Crested Cockatoos queueing up on the tree trunks wanting food. We are a bit naughty as we put out seed for the parrots and bronzewings. Cockatoos are magnificent creatures. They strut up and down, throw their heads back and the startling yellow crest rises up. They squabble, hang upside down and suddenly all take off. No other birds dare venture close. They demand pride of place.
After them came the Galahs, the Common Bronzewings (we have up to 8 at a time foraging on the ground below the bird table) and the cheeky Rainbow Lorrikeets. There are tiny birds too, the Red-browed Firetails come in a little swarm. Add to these the Red-wattle birds and the Striated Paralotes and you have the common bird list for our front lawn. Without even raising a pair of binoculars.
We have heard the Tawny Frog-mouth with his spring call but cannot see the pair. Previously they have nested in our biggest tree but think that they have chosen a safer site this year as the leaf cover has been eaten by our hungry koalas. But that is another story!
We are always on the lookout for feral cats. I am afraid that they are everywhere nowadays. I am not a cat lover for Australia. Bit of a despot, I am. I would neuter all cats that currently exist and install cat licences fees at least at the level of dog licence fees. And have a night curfew - no prowling allowed! Furthermore, all feral cats should be caught and done away with. This should not be a country for cats! We have caught about 4 on our property (after finding bird feathers on the lawn on many occasions). We take them to the RSPCA and they deal with them. They are scavengers of lizards, birds anything that moves. .....
Saturday, August 15, 2009
The Zanzibar Leopard
My interest in Zanzibar and my attempt to remember my life before I left the island at the age of 16 has led to some interesting connections and research. One of these is trying to find out about the Zanzibar Leopard.
My husband and I have travelled the bush of the African mainland and the sighting of a leopard is always a special event. Leopards are so rarely seen, so solitary and secretive. Lions are the opposite; they lie around the open bush for all to see. They barely blink when you arrive in a noisy smelly safari vehicle with clicking cameras. Lions will even use vehicles as part of their hunt routines to disguise their stalking of prey. But a leopard! You can never count on seeing them and if you do it may be the briefest of glimpses by night; a low slung cat disappearing as it looks malevolently over its shoulder at you, the intruder.
We have old family stories about leopards. My father grew up in Nyasaland and in the 1920s if you saw a leopard beside the road as you were driving at night, you would try and shoot it. There was a sense that they were vermin. My Uncle Fred shot a huge leopard one night and the caption in the album says, ‘Fred with his first leopard’. And the poor leopard was not even attacking our goats or any threat to my family!
Here Fred stands beside the leopard skin with pride. The pelt became a family heirloom and was used to cover the table with the tennis trophies. Looking at the picture the leopard was indeed big; I estimate it was 7 foot from noise to tip of tail.
When I lived in Zanzibar as a child, I was told that leopards were still found in the bush, in particular in Jozani Forest. This remnant thick wetland forest is in the middle of the island and it was there that the leopard made a last stand. As children we were told that there were witches on the island and they would keep leopards in captivity. To strengthen their powers. I visited Jozani forest as a child and remember the huge trees filled with lianas and the orchids that hung down from them. It was a tiny area, only two and a quarter square miles in area and declared a Forest Reserve by the British in 1960.
My mother loved orchids and we drove through the forest in the back of an open jeep looking for them. This was courtesy of the local Zanzibari land owner, Mr Jozi. The Reserve has now been extended to include other ecosystems and is called the Jozani Chwaka Bay Conservation Area. Tourists nowadays flock to the reserve to see the local Zanzibar Red Colobus monkeys.
In Kiswahili, the language of East Africa, a leopard is ‘Chui’. Maybe this word sounds like the animal’s voice or cough. The Zanzibar leopard is know as ‘Chui Konge’ and a researcher talks about a second sub-specie called ‘Chui Kisutu’ which is lighter in colour. Kisutu means a cloth used during a wedding – which might have some connection to the fate of leopards in the past.
The Zanzibar leopard is now regarded as a sub-species of the mainland leopard, isolated as the seas rose at the end of the last glacial age, about 20 thousand years ago. It is called panthera pardus adersi, a regional sub-specie. Due to its small population it has suffered from what scientist, Ernst Mayr, called the ‘founder effect’. Due to isolation there is a sharp decrease in genetic diversity and certain trait are lost while others are emphasised. Thus the island’s leopard was smaller in size and its spots had changed to be smaller and more widespread. It was Zanzibar’s top predator and with the increase in population over the last 100 years its habitat has steadily diminished. This seems to be a story of destruction that is well known, world wide.
In colonial times, from 1919 till 1964, the Zanzibar leopard was protected and could only be shot with a permit. You could hunt pigs as they were vermin, but not leopards. Meanwhile, it appears that leopards had a very bad reputation as agents of bad witches. They were purportedly trapped and then used by these ‘leopard keeper’ witches against their victims. Magic and spirits were involved. And fear too of course.
The policy changed after the 1964 revolution when a campaign was started by the revolutionary government to eradicate the leopard. Called the Kitanzi campaign, after the name of its leader, it seems to have been closely allied to witch hunting. Leopards were now seen as vermin and actively hunted even after President Karume’s assassination in 1972. The pelts had value as well as body parts. Leopard skins have always had a small market in the alternative fashion industry.
Currently there is a website offering a fake leopard skin bag called, "Zanzibar leopard baby bag".
In the 1990s’ there was an effort to start a conservation program to rescue the leopard but the researchers decided that the population was so small, if it existed at all, that its long term survival chances were non-existent. I cannot help thinking that even if they could conserve a few, it would be worthwhile. This leopard has never been studied in the wild or in captivity, little to nothing is known about its behaviour. It was last seen by a researcher in the 1980s. Surveys and camera trapping in 1997 and 2003 have not revealed any animals. Although reports of sightings continue in the south of the island, researchers seem to be ambivalent as to whether any animals remain. The leopard is once more protected.
A stuffed Zanzibar leopard remains in the Peace Memorial Museum on the Island. It crouches down in a defensive position; fangs bared in defiance, half hidden in undergrowth. It would be satisfying to think that as such it survives in remote pockets of its Island home. But I fear that this is another story of loss, of country, of wilderness and of the richness of nature. The Zanzibar leopard has slipped away into history.
My husband and I have travelled the bush of the African mainland and the sighting of a leopard is always a special event. Leopards are so rarely seen, so solitary and secretive. Lions are the opposite; they lie around the open bush for all to see. They barely blink when you arrive in a noisy smelly safari vehicle with clicking cameras. Lions will even use vehicles as part of their hunt routines to disguise their stalking of prey. But a leopard! You can never count on seeing them and if you do it may be the briefest of glimpses by night; a low slung cat disappearing as it looks malevolently over its shoulder at you, the intruder.
We have old family stories about leopards. My father grew up in Nyasaland and in the 1920s if you saw a leopard beside the road as you were driving at night, you would try and shoot it. There was a sense that they were vermin. My Uncle Fred shot a huge leopard one night and the caption in the album says, ‘Fred with his first leopard’. And the poor leopard was not even attacking our goats or any threat to my family!
Here Fred stands beside the leopard skin with pride. The pelt became a family heirloom and was used to cover the table with the tennis trophies. Looking at the picture the leopard was indeed big; I estimate it was 7 foot from noise to tip of tail.
When I lived in Zanzibar as a child, I was told that leopards were still found in the bush, in particular in Jozani Forest. This remnant thick wetland forest is in the middle of the island and it was there that the leopard made a last stand. As children we were told that there were witches on the island and they would keep leopards in captivity. To strengthen their powers. I visited Jozani forest as a child and remember the huge trees filled with lianas and the orchids that hung down from them. It was a tiny area, only two and a quarter square miles in area and declared a Forest Reserve by the British in 1960.
My mother loved orchids and we drove through the forest in the back of an open jeep looking for them. This was courtesy of the local Zanzibari land owner, Mr Jozi. The Reserve has now been extended to include other ecosystems and is called the Jozani Chwaka Bay Conservation Area. Tourists nowadays flock to the reserve to see the local Zanzibar Red Colobus monkeys.
In Kiswahili, the language of East Africa, a leopard is ‘Chui’. Maybe this word sounds like the animal’s voice or cough. The Zanzibar leopard is know as ‘Chui Konge’ and a researcher talks about a second sub-specie called ‘Chui Kisutu’ which is lighter in colour. Kisutu means a cloth used during a wedding – which might have some connection to the fate of leopards in the past.
The Zanzibar leopard is now regarded as a sub-species of the mainland leopard, isolated as the seas rose at the end of the last glacial age, about 20 thousand years ago. It is called panthera pardus adersi, a regional sub-specie. Due to its small population it has suffered from what scientist, Ernst Mayr, called the ‘founder effect’. Due to isolation there is a sharp decrease in genetic diversity and certain trait are lost while others are emphasised. Thus the island’s leopard was smaller in size and its spots had changed to be smaller and more widespread. It was Zanzibar’s top predator and with the increase in population over the last 100 years its habitat has steadily diminished. This seems to be a story of destruction that is well known, world wide.
In colonial times, from 1919 till 1964, the Zanzibar leopard was protected and could only be shot with a permit. You could hunt pigs as they were vermin, but not leopards. Meanwhile, it appears that leopards had a very bad reputation as agents of bad witches. They were purportedly trapped and then used by these ‘leopard keeper’ witches against their victims. Magic and spirits were involved. And fear too of course.
The policy changed after the 1964 revolution when a campaign was started by the revolutionary government to eradicate the leopard. Called the Kitanzi campaign, after the name of its leader, it seems to have been closely allied to witch hunting. Leopards were now seen as vermin and actively hunted even after President Karume’s assassination in 1972. The pelts had value as well as body parts. Leopard skins have always had a small market in the alternative fashion industry.
Currently there is a website offering a fake leopard skin bag called, "Zanzibar leopard baby bag".
In the 1990s’ there was an effort to start a conservation program to rescue the leopard but the researchers decided that the population was so small, if it existed at all, that its long term survival chances were non-existent. I cannot help thinking that even if they could conserve a few, it would be worthwhile. This leopard has never been studied in the wild or in captivity, little to nothing is known about its behaviour. It was last seen by a researcher in the 1980s. Surveys and camera trapping in 1997 and 2003 have not revealed any animals. Although reports of sightings continue in the south of the island, researchers seem to be ambivalent as to whether any animals remain. The leopard is once more protected.
A stuffed Zanzibar leopard remains in the Peace Memorial Museum on the Island. It crouches down in a defensive position; fangs bared in defiance, half hidden in undergrowth. It would be satisfying to think that as such it survives in remote pockets of its Island home. But I fear that this is another story of loss, of country, of wilderness and of the richness of nature. The Zanzibar leopard has slipped away into history.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Banda Aceh - Almost 5 years after the Tsunami
Traditional fishing boats in the bay of Layeun.
Kids on the new Banda Aceh sea wall facing Pulau Weh
This fishing boat saved the lives of 59 people. It is being kept as a memorial.
The beautiful interior of the Main Mosque in Banda Aceh; Mesjid Raya Baiturrahman.
This fishing boat saved the lives of 59 people. It is being kept as a memorial.
The beautiful interior of the Main Mosque in Banda Aceh; Mesjid Raya Baiturrahman.
Most of us have forgotten – as one does with catastrophic events the other side of the world – about the December 2004 Tsunami that killed over 160,000 people in Banda Aceh, Indonesia. However, I have had a lot of remembering of this event in the last few weeks.
We have returned from a short trip to Banda Aceh, Sumatra, Indonesia, which was very close to the epicentre of the earthquake. For the people of Aceh it was a short time between the earthquake and the tsunami, a matter of minutes.
The city has recovered with an huge amount of rebuilding made possible by the billions of dollars of aid that poured in. The people of Aceh are generous and welcoming. When you talk about the tsunami, all were effected in some way, noone was unscathed.
Whether you survived or not was a random matter – were you in town that day? Were you working driving a client into the hills, were you on a study tour overseas, were you on the ferry to the nearby islands? Then you escaped but came back to a town that was devasted; to find close family members gone.
We travelled to a small fishing village, called Layeun, down the west coast, even closer to the epicentre. The village was in a wide beautiful bay. The shape of the land caused the tsunami wave to increase in height to over 30 meters. The population was about 900 people and the homes were close to the beach. The village was flattened, amazingly about 600 people survived, but women, children and older people did not. I spoke to one mother who lost 4 daughters, another, 2 of her 4 daughters and all but one of her grandchildren. People who stopped to help others were swept away. Now the village is rebuilt far away from the beach against the mountains. People are reclaiming their lives but sadness remains throughout the community.
We have returned from a short trip to Banda Aceh, Sumatra, Indonesia, which was very close to the epicentre of the earthquake. For the people of Aceh it was a short time between the earthquake and the tsunami, a matter of minutes.
The city has recovered with an huge amount of rebuilding made possible by the billions of dollars of aid that poured in. The people of Aceh are generous and welcoming. When you talk about the tsunami, all were effected in some way, noone was unscathed.
Whether you survived or not was a random matter – were you in town that day? Were you working driving a client into the hills, were you on a study tour overseas, were you on the ferry to the nearby islands? Then you escaped but came back to a town that was devasted; to find close family members gone.
We travelled to a small fishing village, called Layeun, down the west coast, even closer to the epicentre. The village was in a wide beautiful bay. The shape of the land caused the tsunami wave to increase in height to over 30 meters. The population was about 900 people and the homes were close to the beach. The village was flattened, amazingly about 600 people survived, but women, children and older people did not. I spoke to one mother who lost 4 daughters, another, 2 of her 4 daughters and all but one of her grandchildren. People who stopped to help others were swept away. Now the village is rebuilt far away from the beach against the mountains. People are reclaiming their lives but sadness remains throughout the community.
The new Tsunami museum interior.
"It's been designed so that future generations will never forget the day the tsunami hit"
Aceh is well worth visiting for many reasons. I hope that people will visit the country to see if for themselves.
Friday, March 13, 2009
My Late Father's 98th Birthday - born 13 March 1911
My father, Mervyn Smithyman, would have turned 98 yesterday. He died in August last year after he fell and broke his leg and had to have an operation. Dad had been in fine mind, if frail of body. He was still walking with a little help and only went into frail care the preceding October.
At the age of 91 he had emigrated from Africa to live in Chester, UK, but he remained an African in my mind.
There was something special about the breadth of his vision, his ability to see beyond the minor inconveniences, beyond petty quarrels to common interests that we all shared. When I complained about some small nuisance, he would say, ‘but that is not a train smash’. Even when my mother and he, (and the dog and I) left Zanzibar Island during the revolution with nothing, not even passports, he recognised that we were the lucky ones. Things did not matter, people did.
I mourn his passing this last year, I miss him but am glad for what we had: a father that stayed the long journey with us, intelligent, fun and loving.
The first photo is of Dad at the age of 93 in Chester, UK.
There was something special about the breadth of his vision, his ability to see beyond the minor inconveniences, beyond petty quarrels to common interests that we all shared. When I complained about some small nuisance, he would say, ‘but that is not a train smash’. Even when my mother and he, (and the dog and I) left Zanzibar Island during the revolution with nothing, not even passports, he recognised that we were the lucky ones. Things did not matter, people did.
I mourn his passing this last year, I miss him but am glad for what we had: a father that stayed the long journey with us, intelligent, fun and loving.
The first photo is of Dad at the age of 93 in Chester, UK.
Three generations in 2002: Here are Frost, (Dad's first great grandchild), David Adams, Dad's grandson (and my son) & Dad.
The last photo shows him on Independence Day (Uhuru) for Zanzibar Protectorate in December 1963 when Dad was 52. The revolution was a month later.
The last photo shows him on Independence Day (Uhuru) for Zanzibar Protectorate in December 1963 when Dad was 52. The revolution was a month later.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Raining on the Koalas!
Monday, March 2, 2009
The Neotrigonia Shell - an Australian living fossil
The Neotrigonia is a Bivalve shell that is found in Australian waters. There are only 3 species in this family and they are the last ones of an ancient bivalve, often called a 'living fossil'. Its all to do with the hinge or dentation - where the shells join together. The shell has a strange primitive mechanism for the hinge. It is called 'trigonid'. It is believed that this family of shells, in ancient times, gave rise to the mussel families.
The Neotrigonia was called the 'brooch' shell because they were used as brooches in the Victorian era - due to their internal nacrous lustre.
It is a beautiful shell and normally found in relatively deep sea, up to 80 metres. However dead shells have been washed ashore on Brighton Beach, Adelaide as a result of the dredging that is occuring offshore.
And I have been collecting them.
Ana Glavinic of Flinders Uni, who is doing her Phd on this shell, says 'Neotrigonia is the sole surviving genus of the Trigoniidae, prominent during the Mesozoic, but only survived by a few species today in the southern ocean, occupying coastal waters of Australia, New Zealand and Papua New Guinea. '
We first met Ana when she was doing her honours degree and we went on an expedition with the Waterhouse Club of the South Australian Museum into the Outback of northern South Australia. Ana was excited by the many shell fossils that she found.
The scientist leading this was Prof. Tim Flannery and we were looking for Cretaceous marine fossils that once inhabited the shallow, cold inland sea of Australia, called the Eromango Sea. We found many shell fossils. Its strange to come across ancient fossil reefs of shells in the middle of a desert. Our team was very happy to find the almost complete fossil of a baby ichthyosaur, like a huge fierce-toothed dolphin. It is now in the South Australian Museum, Origin Gallery.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Bushfire Management Plans
Everyone is talking bushfires in Australia at the moment as the heartrending stories emerge from Victoria. (our neighbouring state). We in South Australia consider ourselves lucky to have escaped this time. When bushfire danger conditions are predicted (the hot North Wind is the worst) we are all encouraged through the media to, “revisit our bushfire management plans”.
Some years ago we attended a CFS (Country Fire Authority) education day where we learnt about making a bushfire plan. So we now are alerted to the “go or stay” issue and how to defend your home.
Here is an example from a local authority:
Ask Yourself
* Are you ready for the bushfire season?
* Is your family and home at risk?
* Will you and your family stay and defend your home or leave early before the fire starts?
Things to Consider
* Does your family include, children, elderly or people with disabilities?
* Can you or your family physically or mentally defend your house during a bushfire?
Put together an emergency/survival kit
* with spare batteries. Candles to provide light.
* Matches or lighter. Battery radio with spare batteries.
* First aid kit. Medication.
* Fire extinguishers. Fire blankets.
* Bottled drinking water. etc
(I learnt something new from the story of a survivor in today's newspaper: leave a car in your driveway, out of the garage, as a final escape option. AND don't lose the keys)
Some years ago we attended a CFS (Country Fire Authority) education day where we learnt about making a bushfire plan. So we now are alerted to the “go or stay” issue and how to defend your home.
Here is an example from a local authority:
Ask Yourself
* Are you ready for the bushfire season?
* Is your family and home at risk?
* Will you and your family stay and defend your home or leave early before the fire starts?
Things to Consider
* Does your family include, children, elderly or people with disabilities?
* Can you or your family physically or mentally defend your house during a bushfire?
Put together an emergency/survival kit
* with spare batteries. Candles to provide light.
* Matches or lighter. Battery radio with spare batteries.
* First aid kit. Medication.
* Fire extinguishers. Fire blankets.
* Bottled drinking water. etc
(I learnt something new from the story of a survivor in today's newspaper: leave a car in your driveway, out of the garage, as a final escape option. AND don't lose the keys)
Although we argue that we are not really in danger in our location (on the Hills Face Zone overlooking Adelaide), we still are prepared.
We have decided to be “stayers” so we have our bushfire kit ready in a spare bedroom (boots, long pants, long sleeved wool shirt, buckets, spare water hose).
We also have a generator to pump water from our rain water tanks; a system to start the sprinklers on the roof that will fill the gutters with water (no good if the power goes) and a bolt hole to hide if all else fails. We should keep buckets filled with water at various spots around the house.
They say that as the fire front approaches you stay inside, with curtains closed. Once the front has passed you can go outside and put out spot fires and watch for embers. Many houses are burnt by embers travelling before or after the fire front.
Our bolt hole is our wine cellar! It is between a huge rain water tank and the basement of the house. All walls are concrete. And we will not fall short of sustenance!
Many people die when they decide to leave at the last moment and get caught in the thick smoke, darkness and are unsure which route to follow.
The gum trees (eucalypts) are another concern. We love our trees, plant more and protect them, but in a major fire, gum trees are the fuel. So you have to remove any that are too close to the house.
These terrible fires will go down in Australian history.
Famous ones are “Black Friday” in 1939 and the “Ash Wednesday” fires of Feb 1983. Factors combined to make for extreme fire conditions.
It has happened again and I wonder what the fires of Saturday, 7th Feb, 2009, when “fire fell from the sky”, will be called.
We have decided to be “stayers” so we have our bushfire kit ready in a spare bedroom (boots, long pants, long sleeved wool shirt, buckets, spare water hose).
We also have a generator to pump water from our rain water tanks; a system to start the sprinklers on the roof that will fill the gutters with water (no good if the power goes) and a bolt hole to hide if all else fails. We should keep buckets filled with water at various spots around the house.
They say that as the fire front approaches you stay inside, with curtains closed. Once the front has passed you can go outside and put out spot fires and watch for embers. Many houses are burnt by embers travelling before or after the fire front.
Our bolt hole is our wine cellar! It is between a huge rain water tank and the basement of the house. All walls are concrete. And we will not fall short of sustenance!
Many people die when they decide to leave at the last moment and get caught in the thick smoke, darkness and are unsure which route to follow.
The gum trees (eucalypts) are another concern. We love our trees, plant more and protect them, but in a major fire, gum trees are the fuel. So you have to remove any that are too close to the house.
These terrible fires will go down in Australian history.
Famous ones are “Black Friday” in 1939 and the “Ash Wednesday” fires of Feb 1983. Factors combined to make for extreme fire conditions.
It has happened again and I wonder what the fires of Saturday, 7th Feb, 2009, when “fire fell from the sky”, will be called.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Koalas in Stress
The koala population in the Adelaide Hills is not original to the area. They were introduced and have flourished spreading down onto the plains and urban areas. We have resident koalas. Sometimes up to 4 are visable in the daytime and their donkey-like brays are commonly heard at night. With the drought and the lack of moisture in the eucalypts leaves they come out of the trees to seek ground water. Sometimes they look distressed and on the recent 45.7 degree day we sprayed them in the trees.
One adolescent did not leave the front lawn in the morning. I thought that he was done for. So my husband decided to don large gloves and pick him up (not recommended as they have suprisingly big and sharp claws) and put him in a tree to see if he could feed himself.
There is a koala rescue line but they would be flat out in these conditions, so this was our Plan A.
The koala was quite docile, and after he was put into a small tree, he sat and recovered for a while before climbing higher. Next morning he was back on our lawn hugging a bird bath but a few hours later climbed another tree. We think he is OK now.
Another, larger koala, took to hiding next to our tool shed in the shade. They can be harassed by large dogs so the ground is not recommended.
This heat wave is due to pass on Sunday when the temperature is expected to drop to 25 oC. Meanwhile we take showers several times a day!
One adolescent did not leave the front lawn in the morning. I thought that he was done for. So my husband decided to don large gloves and pick him up (not recommended as they have suprisingly big and sharp claws) and put him in a tree to see if he could feed himself.
There is a koala rescue line but they would be flat out in these conditions, so this was our Plan A.
The koala was quite docile, and after he was put into a small tree, he sat and recovered for a while before climbing higher. Next morning he was back on our lawn hugging a bird bath but a few hours later climbed another tree. We think he is OK now.
Another, larger koala, took to hiding next to our tool shed in the shade. They can be harassed by large dogs so the ground is not recommended.
This heat wave is due to pass on Sunday when the temperature is expected to drop to 25 oC. Meanwhile we take showers several times a day!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
The Heat is on in Adelaide, South Australia
This is the 6th day that the temperature in
Adelaide has been over 40 o Centigrade (104 oF). We are told we can hope for a milder cool front next Saturday when it will drop to 30 degrees. But still no rain is expected. The top of 45.7 C(114 oF) last Tuesday was some sort of record for Adelaide. People are talking about 100 year records and that would be since records began here.
It is the main topic of conversation between locals: how to cool down, how to care for your garden, pets, wild birds and animals. At over 46 degrees C birds start to perish.
Round our home on the hills overlooking Adelaide the birds have used our garden as a refuge. They hide in the shade of the larger trees, creep under our outside tables and drink copious amounts of water from the many containers that we have put out.
The shy Common Bronzewings come in close to the house and I can see their throats fluttering. Wikipedia states that: "Birds also avoid overheating by gular fluttering which is similar to panting in mammals since their thin skin has no sweat glands".
Meanwhile, I worry about going outside and disturbing them in case flying off will cause them stress. At the end of the day we put on a water sprinkler for the little birds. They come in droves: striated paradoles, honeyeaters, superb wrens, willie wagtails and thornbills.
We are the lucky ones as most people cannot water except according to the tight restriction rules of Level 3 - which means you can use a hose or dripper system for only 3 hours a week during determined hours according to your address. Our fortune is to be in a one of the few suburbs where all homes depend on bore water systems that don't yet have restrictions.
Climate change seems very real in South Australia at the moment!
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