At my old Mountain I was delighted as the White-headed Pigeon population that occasionally visited grew to eight. They would visit my ridge from the rainforest gullies that pleated my Mountain’s sides.
Here I am even more blessed. The remnant rainforest along the creek includes some large Camphor Laurels. No blessing, except that the White-headed Pigeons love these domineering pest trees.
Large flocks of 30, 30, 50… wheel and bank overhead as they choose which tree to settle in. The flock splits in two.
They fly too fast for me to photograph them like this, and once they roost they are lost in the tree foliage.
So, even in this light rain, I seized the chance of visibility when some alighted in a lichen-draped dead tree.