The Rainforest Journal: Outing #17 – Day 2

(Sunday // 28-December-2014)

@4:03pm

Despite the look they gave me, I didn't throw anymore food out for them today. Let em clean-up what's there first, I figure.

Despite the look they gave me, I didn’t throw anymore food out for them today. Let em clean-up what’s there first, I figure.

The Currawong have been and gone, but today she brought one of the fledglings with her. The young bird squawked-out the usual tantrum as the parent bird flew back and forwards to fill its yappy beak.

Oops, wrong bird. It's uploaded now anyway. This is a Bower-bird.

Oops, wrong bird. It’s uploaded now anyway. This is a Bower-bird.

@6:51pm

Beautiful drizzly day. Right up until about 2:00pm there was a heavily overcast sky and on-off light drizzle that kept the place heating up.

There are so many tiny flying insects trapped inside the roof – between the fly and the inner – that it actually sounds like rain pattering the top of the tent. I don’t know whether the little fuckers are sand-flies or what, or why there are so many of them but they’re everywhere outside: The clumps of grass around the area are all covered in them. Must be the recent rain I suppose.

Sand-flies? Whatever they are they're covering all the grass wherever I go.

Sand-flies? Whatever they are they’re covering all the grass wherever I go.

Typically for the second day, my legs are a little stiff from the walk down loaded-up like a mule and just as well I have water because the spitting rain would’ve wet me down pretty good had I had to walk for water today. We’re just waiting for sunset now and the nocturnals to start crunching about the place.

@~9:00pm

Not even completely dark yet and the first Possum has arrived. No big surprise to see it’s Guido. Here’s him chowing down some banana:

Guido mungs-out on banana.

Guido mungs-out on banana.

@~10:30pm

Well tonights Possums are Guido, Bobby and the Mother – sans-baby. Bobby and Guido got pretty snotty with one another on several occasions, and there was much hissing, pouncing and general carry on. The easiest way to stop this I’m finding is to make sure everyone has something to eat. As soon as Guido and Bob had their hands full of food, they were quite content to sit within two meters of one another without any aggression at all.

Young Bobby mungs-out on ginger-bread.

Young Bobby mungs-out on ginger-bread.

The Mother didn’t arrive until a few minutes ago and although she didn’t look too keen to approach the tent – where both the two males were – she didn’t have to; id started tossing food away from the tent at random distances and locations once the two lads started getting their bitch on so by the time the female arrived there was plenty of assorted bits of food scattered far enough away from the tent that she didn’t have to bother coming close.

Bobby prepares for an incoming Guido.

Bobby prepares for an incoming Guido.

Anyway no 4:00am feedings tonight, there’s enough food out there, the tent is closed and I’m going to bed.

The Rainforest Journal: Outing #17 – Day 2
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Jason
Animal-loving cleaner with a parrot.

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