There’s new sound in the garden just now.  A plaintive relentless cheeping.  But not the tiny piping tones of a naked, newly hatched chick.  No, it’s the muscular alto plea of the ginormous eastern koel chick to its diminutive red wattle bird parent. And the wattlebirds are desperate.  I eyeballed the juvenile koel, lounging comfortably … Continue reading Poor lost souls