Sunday, 30 June 2013

June Wildlife Report

Echidnas, "Super Moons" and the World's Most Colourful Bug


The weather has been hit-and-miss this month, and the winter chill has certainly set in. I managed to make my maiden voyage to Oxley Creek Common on a nice sunny day however, and was impressed with its well-maintained tracks and revegetation areas.

Willie Wagtail (Rhipidura leucophrys), Rocklea

Thursday, 27 June 2013

Tales of a Frog Pond

In some ways, I must have been a dream kid for my parents to raise. I brought home report cards filled with glowing praise and recommendations from teachers. I had an inbuilt respect for authority that more or less guided me to make the right decisions at any given time. I was good-natured with enough friends to easily fill out a birthday party, and I had a lot of interests. In fact, it wouldn't surprise me if my parents wished I had just a few less interests, or at least more "normal" ones. While other kids dragged their parents to Saturday morning sports games, I would make mine rise at 4:30am so that we could all get to the Mount Glorious rainforest in time for the sunrise. Sometimes we'd arrive so early that it would still actually be night time, and we'd have to wait in the car until the darkness turned to early morning grey. Then we'd begin to carefully navigate the forest trail - which we always had to ourselves. You might think this sounds like a wonderful family bonding experience, and it probably would have been if it weren't for the fact that I always insisted we walk in total silence so as not to spoil the chance of a wildlife sighting. Looking back on these trips as an adult makes me wonder if perhaps my parents didn't have things so easy after all.


Mt Glorious trip, circa 1994

The worst trips for Dad must have been the frog ones. On summer nights, just when he would have been wanting to kick back with a beer after a long day of truck-driving, I would appear with a torch and a pleading look on my face. If I was quick enough to beat the bottle-top snapping off that first beverage, there was a chance that twenty minutes later, we'd be wading around knee-deep in a dark swamp. I can't remember if building a frog pond in the garden was my idea or his, but either way, I think he must have relished the idea of my frog trips requiring no more than an un-supervised stroll down to the back fence for a change.

Wednesday, 5 June 2013

Northern Corroboree Frog

Northern Corroboree Frog

Animal of the Month


What's so special about it?

Well, take a look! The Northern Corroboree Frog (Pseudophryne pengilleyi) has markings that resemble the paint worn by Aboriginal people during traditional Corroborees. This bold pattern serves as a warning to predators that it is toxic and best left alone.