|Odimbar, Easter Sunday morning, in his cathedral, from my window.|
Watching you watching me watching you.
Yesterday and today reveal a pattern of life.
In the morning, especially two to three hours after sunrise, currently around 9am, there is a gang around the bower, Teehoops (teenage hooligan peers) who haven't gone mature, gender unknown, though it is possible to our inexperienced eyes that some of these green birds are older women. Come to goggle at Odimbar who has plainly gone crazy, perhaps even old. There are some who steal blue objects.
Today there was a very beautiful green-brown bird of alpha male proportions (whom we shall call the Pretender) who acted for a while, in Odimbar's absence, as if the bower was his, with a Teehoops audience but no evident charmed individual. Which brings into my mind as mentioned earlier the question of the biological and the psychosocial triggers for conversion to satin black bird status. When Odimbar flew back, with a new blue bottle top, the Teehoops and the Pretender jump away but demonstrate that they would have the crown if they could.
Yesterday afternoon I witnessed a period of Odimbar's life which was intriguing. It involved someone who seemed an older female who was especially wary and flew instantly into the very big Magnolia Figo (Port Wine Magnolia) at a glimpse of me and the camera. I did get to observe that for many minutes, mid-afternoon, Odimbar was diddling about outside practising his karaoki numbers while this older person was in the bower working on it or tidying it up. There was no sense of sexual engagement, there was a sense of relationship; of acceptance of roles. This bird thus gets the name Yuthiwim (You'd Think I Was 'is Mother). This definitely raises questions about traditional oohing-and-ahhing over the amazing works of the male bowerbird. I'm trying to find research info on this, but the researchers, perhaps projecting, focus on the rock-and-roll-and sex moments of Satinism, can anyone point to research on this phase. Months from breeding season, August-September at the earliest..
Yesterday I filled a long-dry water bowl in front of the bower (photo at end of this blog entry). Odimbar and Yuthiwim spent time together there. Odimbar is as aware of our presence as is Yuthiwim, but he stands his ground. I am conscious of the need to avoid such pressure of presence as to send him elsewhere. He has enough pressure from his own species.
Among practical problems for me is that grabbing movie material with the camera and putting it on the hard disk of the elderly MacBook Pro gobbles space. The 1tb hard disk is half full. 2.5gb more from the camera this morning. Efforts will need to be made within a month to archive much of the material on other discs.
There is also the question of sufficiency of equipment. The bedroom view with camera is good but it is sidelong to the bower and the whole area 'behind' the bower is obstructed by shrubbery. And we do not pick up sound outside on the inside camera without clumsy complication and expense.
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But for now, let's step outside, see the bigger view.
At the front door, the eternally nattering earthy women seem not to notice the bower— in the distance, at the top of the photo on the right. They are busy, of course, heading up this blog.
Lets head for the driveway...
In the photo above, from the driveway you can see how the bower is in a secluded area, in front of bedroom windows, but hidden behind geraniums, camellias, azaleas and abutilon (playground of small birds, especially Eastern Spinebill, see my photo of one back here) ... with as backdrop on the southern side, a massive Magnolia figo beyond Odimbar's central stage. Many birds nest in that tree. Nearer you can see trunks of two Hymenosporum flavum, aka (Australian) Native Frangipani. These are between the bower and the house. Odimbar can climb to the top in an instant. See yesterday's movie.
The screenshot from google maps shows approximately from where the photo above was taken (gold star) and approximately where the bower is (blue dot).
From the street the stoic Dwight, who hangs out in a tree, has a good view of the goings-on but no one else imagines what wonders lurk down there near the house.
Lift the camera and lean in —see the bower?
Going into the garden ... this shows the bower and the water bowl and a little of the window vantage point. This is the centre of Odimbar's domain, but his authority extends 20 metres from the bower at ground level and up to tree tops.
I have other things I should be doing, but this is difficult to step away from. This is only Day 4!!
Oh and on some soundtracks there is evidence of this creature who is also fond of a blue object.
|Ralph Spoodle** and Spikey.|
**In Australia we say Spoodle, in less refined countries people say Cockapoo.