I went for a walk today through a local National Park to find a creek where I hoped I might see some kingfishers.
The track was soft sand and only used by NP vehicles.
The creek was about 2m below its normal level, in fact is is one of the few that have any water at all.
The only winged creatures were the usual (boring) dragons.
Aussie Tiger.
Red dragon
The creek was so low I found a spot I could cross to the other side without getting wet - about halfway across there was a great rustling sound in the reeds a few feet away. We are much too far south for crocs so I wasn't too worried and didn't actually see what it was, but it was clearly only interested in getting away from me. As I climbed the other bank a Pheasant Coucal left its perch in great panic from the tree I had walked under on the other bank. I cursed my carelessness for not having spotted it and got a few shots. It was now too far away for a shot. There was nothing to see on the other back so I walked back the way I had come. When I got to the tree the cuckoo had left in panic I could see why.
This little lady is what I must have frightened in the reeds.
Whenever threatened they always climb a tree. After forty thousand years of humans hunting them you would think they would have learned other strategies. The local tribe would have gathered under the tree while one member climbed after her and whacked her with a Nulla Nulla.