Babbling no more
We always enjoy the White-browed Babblers when they visit our garden. I can’t claim that they are a resident species, but they seem to visit almost every day. They come in family groups of five up to more than a dozen, chasing each other around the bushes, scratching in the mulch and leaf litter or prising bark off various trees searching for a tasty spider, beetle or bug for lunch.
Yesterday, while going for a walk of The Estate (a 5 acre block) I found a dead babbler on the ground. On examination I found a bare, bloodied patch on the crown. I’m not sure what killed it, but no matter. It saddened me to see the demise of one of my favourite birds.