Currawong craving


Adapting and cunning

refugee from the mountains

Stayed on for the food

During the late 1990’s as the Eastern Australian drought took hold the first Pied Currawongs became permanent in our bayside suburb of Melbourne. During summer breaks we had admired their mournful cries as the sun set in the valleys of the Australian Alps. At home however we saw another side and very quickly noticed what cunning hunters of small birds, nests, fledglings and eggs these currawongs were. Fifteen years later and the politics of birdlife has changed in our street. When Currawongs call or fly in there is a mixture of silence and chaos from smaller birds depending on the time of year. Looking back now perhaps this is a small indicator of climate change at a micro level.