Hello from Coquette Point,

Today we welcomed in the first day of summer under a refreshing tropical shower. This washed the dust from the leaves in the rainforest and when only yesterday the leaves were all droopy today they are stretching their shining clean surfaces to the sun. What a difference a shower of rain makes after a month of dry weather.

In the rainforest the thick early morning air is humming with a chorus of coos from the pied imperial pigeons. They stir from sleep as the sun's first rays reach them and the cooing, fluttering and whooshing of their wings rises to a crescendo as the pigeons greet the new day.

Fully awake the pigeons climb to the top of the canopy and their feathers turn to gold in the morning light                 

Suddenly it's time to preen and in the nesting area the canopy of the trees starts to vibrate with movement and sound as the pied imperial pigeons preform their morning ablutions.

Ahhh...  a good scratch behind the ear.

Clean under the left wing then under the right.

Not a feather is left untended.

Another chorus of coos signal they are 

ready to leave for a day of feasting on the fruits of the Moresby Range National Park.

 

A swarm of Christmas beetles have emerged and they are feasting on the lush new growth of the

rainforest canopy.

When the Christmas beetle  finish feasting they hide deep down in the foliage of the trees and sometimes congregrate in large numbers such they can completely cover the  trunks and branches of their host trees.

I found this Christmas beetle sleeping in

the heart of a Licuala palm.                                                                     

 

                                                                                                     

Disturbed the beetle quickly crawled to the top. 

 As the beetle approached the edge of the palm frond it started to wave small, clubbed antennae.

The Christmas beetle raised up on strong

prickly legs and stepped over the edge of the leaf and tumbled to the ground.

As the beetle tumbled to the ground

 the clubbed antenna splayed into three and when the beetle landed it quickly buried itself into the leaf -litter. I thought how strange! I found more Christmas beetles hidden in the palms and when I disturbed them they all raced to the top of the frond and tumbled to the ground.

Christmas beetle larvae pupate in the ground and feed on the roots of grasses and trees.

I asked Dr Bill Farmsworth a local entomologist about this strange behaviour and he advised

that tumbling was a common defence mechanism of many insects.

 

However, the beetles have little defence against the sticky web of a garden orb-weaver spider.

Very early one morning, 5.30am, as the

sun cracked above the horizon, I saw a beetle fly into the clutches of garden orb-weaver's web.

Within seconds garden orb-weaver covered beetle

in a sticky gossamer shroud.                                       

The beetle was completely immobile firmly

held in spider-silk.

Only then did garden orb-weaver mount

the beetle ready for the kill.                                                                 

Garden orb-weaver's fangs descended into the   beetle to complete the kill.

 Garden orb-weaver spiders spin their web at night and remove them at the first light of morning.

 

In the hot summer weather spiders are very active in the rainforest and particularly my favourite

the salticidae or jumping spider. Following are the jumping spiders I saw this week.

                                                                           

                                                                           

Sensing hairs can be seen on the head and abdomen of this salticidae.

 

                                                                          

                                                                                   There are over three hundred species of salticidae in Australia.                                                                                                                                               

This salicidae is very large about 3 cm.

                                                                           

                                                                               

The cassowaries are feeding on a glut of wax jambu.

Jessie tolerates Snout for a few minutes, it is time to keep clear as she now chases him away with angry hoots.

If Biggles sees Jessie he runs and hides in the mangroves.

 

I think Biggles thought I could not see him

as he hid his face behind the thin trunk of a mangrove and occasionally glanced out at me.  Cassowaries are weird and marvellous ancient birds. 

 

I had the pleasure of helping St Rita's school teacher, April Johnson this week. April is creating a project for the children of her class to learn the craft of painting collage of rainforest scenes with bark and seeds of rainforest trees. I walked into the forest with April collecting bark from for her project. We collected bark from melaleuca, red beech, kauri pine and wattle trees.

 I hope April posts some photos of her students work.

Cheers for now,

Yvonne C.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hello from the beach at Coquette Point,

Sunrise is the best time of the day. Not only is it cooler, a welcome relief at this time of the year, it is the time when shore-birds are most active.

As the sun's light slowly lifts the shadows from the beach the shore-birds appear. They arrive as if from nowhere, some flying low in over the water, others descending from the sky and yet others arrive in a run from the sand dunes behind the beach.

A grey-tailed tattler and a common sandpiper  appeared on the dead stump of a tree. The bird's shadows were reflected in a pool of water. The black stump shaped like a giant crocodile about to leap and eat the tattler. Also reflected in the water the dead trunks of the old mangrove forest, they appeared to ascend from the waters dark, depth like legs of long, lost souls.
 Only at the very beginning of the day can you find this magic.

A rainbow bee-eater sat on the branch of a leafless mangrove, her head lifted to the sky, the sun bathing her chest.

She sprung into the air and snap, snap. A swarm of  bees searching for nectar became rainbow bee-eaters breakfast. She had been waiting in ambush, not sunbathing.

 The female bee-eater's two central tail feathers are shorter than the males.


I walked back to the nursery and saw, in a clearing, cassowary Jessie stretching her body to full height in dominance. Snout was drumming in distress, Jessie has fallen out of love.

No more chick from this matriarch this season.

Poor Biggles, the territorial disputes are on and he is last in the pecking order: chased by Jessie, Snout and Dot. However, he seems to have made up his mind he wants to stay here and I see him every few days somewhere around the Point.

 

Some visitors from Vanuatu came to the nursery this week. They had never seen a cassowary.

 When Dot turned up they were amazed.  Curly and Siri from Mele Village, Vanuatu I hope you enjoy your stay in North Queensland and have lots of stories to tell about our big birds.

I was lucky this week to see the new chicks.

I was able to identify the cassowary dad as 'Brown Cone'.  Unfortunately one of the chicks was hidden by the long grass and when I approached to get a closer shot, they disappeared into the rain forest.

I was really excited when coming home from town on Monday, walking across the road near the Ninds Creek Bridge was a cassowary I had never seen before, a female I think. Her wattles are quite long so she must be a good age. Perhaps she is    'Brown Cones' mate as he hangs out in this area.

She disappeared quickly into the mangroves

on the western side of the bridge. I will ask around if anyone knows this bird and if they have a name for her?

The hot weather has triggered the praying

mantis into egg-laying. I found this female almost finished her task at 6.30 in the morning.

 

As I watched she withdrew her ovipositor from

the egg-sack, (ootheca), and climbed a little way up the stalk she had used to attached the ootheca.

She remained in that position for the rest of the day, her forelimbs drawn up close to her chest. No doubt exhausted by the ordeal of egg-laying she needed time to regain her strength and she was also guarding the oothera until it had hardened. What a privilege it is to observe these amazing creatures. The next morning she was gone.

Every day the osprey catches a fish or two.

They bring the catch back to the nest tree and slowly consume their meal.

Underneath the osprey nest bush-stone curlew

has hatched two chicks. Unfortunately they were hidden in the grass and I did not get a photo.

The first of the metallic starling babies have hatched

and the parents are busy tending to them. Above the female removes soil from the nest while Dad looks on.

While some starlings engage in courtship.

over completed nests.

some younger birds dry themselves

following a bath.                                                                                                                    

before trying to work out how to build a nest.

Note the fruits of the white apple are maturing and soon the metallic starlings will be able to eat at home.

In the rain forest the nectar laden  

 flowers of Darlingia darlingiana paint a white, lacy canopy alive with thousands of bees.

TThe flowers and new spring leaves of the canopy

are an ever changing mosaic of colour.

The cream brushes of Grevellia baileyana are in flower

on the edge of the rainforest.                                        

Concealed under the canopy are the blossoms

of the satinash. The flower heads appear on the trunk and branches of this tree.

 

On the edge of the mangrove forest, the pale blue

flowers of the holly-leaved mangrove, Acanthus ilicifolius, give a glow to the dim shades of the forests floor.

While sun, heat and rain provide the

energy for the forest to grow new leaves. Insects, like the stick insect above, are busy stripping the foliage from the new growth.

Eileen was fascinated when this large stick

insect jumped out of a plant she was looking out and made itself at home on her arm.

Stick insects chew succulent, summer leaf growth forcing the plant to grow into a compact shape.

In the measure of things there is a roll for all creatures.

 

cheers from Coquette Point.

Yvonne c.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I heard the cooing of Pied Imperial Pigeons and saw them sunning themselves in the top of the trees. They were about to leave to gather the fruit from the canopy of the rainforest of the Moresby Range National Park.

Jessie