A frosty night after a week of wind and rain. The foxes are about and, under a sliver of moon, a vixen is screaming. If you've heard that sound you'll know how disturbing it is. Quite late into the night the intrepid blue wrens are having a taste of the nocturnal and partying on the verandah right in front of me - risk-taking seems to be a part of their nature . While I haven't been able to get out with the camera much due to the weather, I did get lucky on my one expedition to see what was happening at the bird baths - It's a Rufous Whistler and, while they're fairly common and widespread across mainland Australia, this is the first time I've seen one here. They are arboreal feeders and accomplished singers. A heart-warming and colourful end to winter.
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