Posted on the 1st September 2013

It certainly didn't seem like a good morning for it, being blustery and chilly and thoroughly unpleasant. But since I've been forced out of bed at daybreak to tend to the livestock and give the orphan lamb his bottle, and then guilted into a walk by the dogs, I might as well grab the binocs and notepad as I leave.

As expected, birding was dire. After 40 minutes I had but 9 species to show for the outing, including a surprisingly chipper lone Black Saw-wing. I decided the river would be the least unpleasant spot and so we strolled north along the river-bank.

Speaking of now-you-see-'em-now-you-don't birds, another that falls into this category is the Narina Trogon. I can spend hours grovelling around in the neighbours' indigenous forest with nary a glimpse of one. Two weeks later it'll casually show up outside the kitchen window, almost causing death by toast inhalation.

As we ambled next to the water, a bird flew low out of a bushy baby yellow-wood and immediately landed on a river boulder, its back to me. How odd, what's that? I wondered. Flippin' 'eck! A Trogon! My dog was just as fascinated and her approach caused the bird, a male, to fly off a few more metres to another boulder. It looked more like a cocky Kea in the New Zealand Alps than a retiring forest species. I was that intrigued I completely forgot to ensure photographic evidence of the event, so you're just going to have to believe me :-)


Mossel Bay


SALLY ADAM (posted: 2013-09-15 23:21:02)
We managed to get in a little birding this morning before the fearsome wind hit us.
Me (playfully) : Hey, call up a trogon for us!
Pam (forte) : Tweet tweet!
Me : No silly, trogons don't go "tweet tweet", they go "hoot hoot", like a dove with a severe head cold.
Pam (forte) : Hoot Hoot!
It can only have been the most bizarre coincidence, but almost immediately a large green bird flew into the yellowwood closest to us and yes, it was a Narina (Mrs). She flitted about for quite a while, giving us great views of her pinky-brown breast and the white in her tail feathers.
Pam is considering setting herself up as an official trogon lure.
Hoot Hoot!
DAWN LOTTERING (posted: 2013-09-02 15:11:58)
A friend of mine who lives in Nature's Valley was watering her garden one day last year, when a Narina Trogon flew out of one of her trees and landed on her head! It sat there for a few seconds before flying off, never to be seen again!