I knew I was blessed with many bird species here that are new to me, but I’d forgotten how exciting it is to meet them!
This pair were poking about amongst the palm litter.
They are Bar-shouldered Doves and they solve the mystery of the repetitive calls I keep hearing.
My book reckons they say ‘cook-a wook, cook-a-wook’, but Ive been hearing ‘potgorok potgorok’.
Don’t ask me why; local dialect?
My book says the Manning Valley, where I now am, is roughly their southern distribution limit, and they stretch north all round the top to the Kimberleys.
Now I truly feel like I’m in a different climatic zone.
Then they moved into the sunlight, no doubt to show off those lairy pink legs.
Not turtle doves or partridges, but they’ll do me for a Christmas treat.
Stay safe, all.