On Gray Currawong Poem by Francis Duggan

By their clinking calls one cannot get them wrong
The birds known to many as gray currawong
Different in voice and appearance to their cousins pied
Who only at nesting time are sedentary and are known to travel far and wide

If given the chance of eggs of others birds they will eat their fill
And nestlings and fledgelings to eat they will kill
They also eat insects and fruit and it would be fair to say
That in Nature all creatures live in their own way

In the high woodland birds one does hear often though seldom do see
They do build a stick nest on branch of higher tree
They lay buff blotched eggs more often than not three
So much in Nature to learn of would you not agree?

So little about them i can claim to know
These medium sized gray birds about as big as a crow
From where the big trees are never far away
Those who live in the high wooded country hear them every day.