On White Plumed Honeyeaters Poem by Francis Duggan

Quite attractive birds of yellow, brown and gray
And white plumes on either side of face them I do not see every day
But in rural parks and gardens sometimes them one does see
And from once seen and heard they remain in memory
White plumed honeyeaters are not as territorial as some species of honeyeaters are
In search of flowering trees they are known to travel far
Two to three pink spotted eggs in cup shaped nest on tree fork of down and hay
In Spring through Summer the female birds lay
Their loud alarm call in flight not hard to recognize
In the gray of the dawn before sunrise
Their distinctive calls one often does hear
Though of human kind they display a healthy fear
The white plumed honeyeaters you see in your garden today
Tomorrow may well be many kilometers away.