There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape as it was before. ~ Robert Lynd
Spring is nesting time ~ & in due course the nests land on our heads, literally. With the high winds many nests are tossed down , especially those less firmly anchored by mud or wattle & daub. This one belongs to the noisy friar bird who has made her home in our front yard for the past few weeks. Last year she nested outside our bedroom window ~ & the year before that, when she hatched a cuckoo egg & we all nearly went crazy with its constant loud begging. The year before that she was out the front but her nest came down in high winds before her chick had flown & we had some very exciting moments with lots of screeching as I made a rescue from the Jaws~of ~Death, aka Issi.
Friar birds belong to the honey~eater family & are one of their larger & less beautiful representatives. Their bald knobby heads are quite distinctive & they build large messy nests usually suspended in a forked branch & rather insecurely anchored by cobweb or fluff & string. However I have seen them anchored, as this one was, with strips of paperbark wrapped round & round. What fascinated me is how smart a little builder this bird is. The outside of this nest is woven from wide & rather gappy paperbark strips, but the inner nest is packed & woven with the fine needles of the she~oak & at one time it was also cosily lined with down & fluff. I do think birds are clever ~ at least at some things. Like building a nest. I couldn't do this; could you?