I was surrounded by the Highland Blues, there was no escaping. It is such a distinctive sound you will always remember. Or I will.

Trying to describe this notion, it is like a high pitched ratchet sound, that continues for a while like neutral racer bike, stuck in first gear. Wings are thrown upwards as the feet start kicking and dancing.

The body gesture is both, submissive and seductive. Blue objects are carried in the performer’s beak as given a present. This sound is repeated lengthily and variously, depending on the current situation. If the audience had left or wasn’t interested, other bird sounds ended the session, often with the ‘Kookaburra’ song.

The bowerbirds performed their seductive dance not only in the bower, but everywhere they could, given the chance. This activated a chain reaction within the bower community.

Coalitions were formed as if allies of one party sang louder than the other.

Choreographers were established which quietly listened and watched.

The females are still busy weening their last offspring as seen on various occasions. I have witnessed on many occasions how the young ones are taught to eat.

Once the females become fertile again, every move and every sound need to be faultless.

The bower and its surrounding area needs to be spick and speck.

I have never seen such secretive and intimate Birds Eye view to this particular scenario. Now there is a bower just outside the kitchen window. It was built from one day to another by a young male. The bower was terrorized and vandalized almost every day.

This young male appears at sunrise for damage control just as I pour my first coffee. There has been an intruder who ripped some of those bower twigs out and that will not do. It isn’t long until you hear him chirping the familiar bowerbird hymn.

That’s not all. There is another bower built within a 20 meter radius, just on the northwestern fringe of the shire.

A fully feathered Satin Bowerbird male has constructed an impressive stage. Thick and high, this bower surely will attract females? Is it in the right location though?

But that’s not all. There is a common area shared amongst all birds. It appears that a young male started erecting a bower, but never gotten far.

This location creates a triangular echolocation which I call the highland triangle. They all have one thing in common. Their locations are underneath huge, sheltering cypress pine trees, as described in previous posts.

The concert stages are also located within a few wing flaps of the feeding area, which is located right in the middle of the triangle. The down side is that the performance areas are as popular by many other birds.

This disrupts the performance and scares possible lady visits of. One needs to step up and buff the intruders off.

But seriously. How fantastic is the fact, that I witness a ‘Highland Triangle’ of performing art and dance?