They’re not too bright, but I like them.

Our house makes up part of the coastal sprawl which stretches, with differing densities, for hundreds of kilometres in either direction. The house itself is an old one which was relocated just a couple of years before we bought it, and placed on a block of fill on the edge of a tea tree swamp.

A large remnant of the swamp is outside our back door. In its own swampy way, it is very pretty. I don’t go in there much. It is crawling with ticks and leeches, and constantly emits endless clouds of mosquitoes. Over the blisteringly hot summers we get here, it dries out, and then I live with a vague sense of unease that some local juvenile delinquent will set it on fire. All the essential oils in those trees would make such an event extremely unpleasant.

I love having it there, though. Not only does it look beautiful and give lots of privacy, but it supports a great deal of wildlife. Our lives often bump into each other.

Brightly coloured dragonflies zigzag around us for most of the year. Frogs and lizards live under anything and everything which gives them cover. Different snakes wander through our yard from time to time. One of the reasons we don’t have any chooks, is that they kept on being eaten by pythons (and wandering neighbourhood dogs). A small mob of kangaroos often grazes in our back yard, and lounge around in the sun. Sometimes in wet weather, they take shelter under the kids trampoline. The occasional goanna comes along, searching for birds eggs I guess. Possums stomp around on our roof like a party of heavy footed builders. Once, an itinerant camp of flying foxes  set themselves up for a couple of months outside our back door.

We get lots of birds here as well. Most obvious are the bush turkeys. I like them a lot. There is a group of around half a dozen who live around here.

Bush turkey scratching

In the bush turkey, it is easy to see the jungle fowl forebears of the domestic chook. Larger and rangier than chooks, bush turkeys share many of their characteristics. They are not very bright. They wander around the yard, cocking their heads to view the details, before scratching and pecking at whatever they are trying to explore. They make cute, honking ‘bok bok’ noises to themselves when they are happy. At night, they fly clumsily and in stages up in to one of the trees near our front door to roost. From there, they can strategically crap on the car and path.

Bush turkeys have a lot of character, which I think goes a long way. They bring the humour and enjoyment of owning chooks to the household, without any of the responsibility. The only thing you really miss out on is eggs.

But then one of them had an idea.

After the bush turkey

Bush turkeys belong to a group of birds called megapodes (Large foot). All these birds make a living scratching through leaf litter. A lot of people find that bush turkeys will scratch over and completely destroy a garden. They have never done it to ours, but I am not sure why not. They scratch through mulch with a single minded determination. It is their defining feature – hence the name megapode.

Megapode nests are quite fascinating structures. Rather than nesting in any usual sense of the word, they will instead rake up all the leaf litter over a ten or fifteen metre radius and build it into a large mound. Essentially, they make a large compost heap to lay their eggs in. This one started to make a mound in our neighbours front garden. Here it is after a days work.

Bush turkey mound

They never sit on the eggs, but they check the mound constantly, and vigorously defend it. As the mound starts to compost, it warms up. They lay eggs in it and regulate the temperature by either adding or removing layers. The incubation period is about seven weeks.

I was quite thrilled at the prospect of having a mound we could watch from our front deck. I have never seen a working one. Unfortunately, after a couple of days of continuous effort, he suddenly decided it was not such a great idea after all, and simply walked away.

I am not sure why he stopped. They can nest any time of year, although September to December is peak breeding season, so it was a little odd to start with. Maybe he decided it was the wrong time of year. Perhaps he couldn’t get a girl. He might have been driven off by marauding cats. I really don’t know.

I was still impressed by it, though.

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About Blokeschool

I am a homeschooling dad with a wife and two boys. I'm not quite sure what I'm doing, so I feel compelled to write it all down. In my spare time, I work as a registered nurse, drink too much coffee, and intermittently renovate the house.
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2 Responses to They’re not too bright, but I like them.

  1. Deidre says:

    “Eaten by pythons”, I have to say I both shivered and laughed at the way you stated this. “Ya know large snakes that swallow chickens whole, in my backyard. No biggie.” Because so much of what you have to say about education and family feels so much like your my neighbor. I forget, you are a world away. Pythons in backyards eating chickens, makes headlines in our local papers.

    It sounds like you have an incredible “backyard”. I thought I saw a possum a few nights ago, turns out it was the neighbors Chihuahua. That’s about the extent of our wildlife in my backyard. Most people trap and shoot wildlife here. The only habitats we respect here are our own.

  2. Blokeschool says:

    Its a strangely deceptive thing, how the internet closes distances like that. I can certainly appreciate where you are coming from, with that strange sense that not only will I be unable to drop over for a cuppa and a chat, but I will not even be able to make it onto the same continent.
    We are very lucky to be living in a place with so much life around it. I grew up with an expression ‘If it moves, shoot it. If it doesnt, cut it down.’ It seems such an unfortunately universal mindset.

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