I think she likes them so much as they exhibit all the traits that she does - great housekeepers, very family orientated, live in a small but select community, monogamous, great parents and carers, and although seemingly plain, are actually very interesting and animated. A lot like my Mum.
Once, in a life not so distant, I could not understand at all what Mum got out of watching birds for hours, carrying around her binoculars, walking for miles in bush and heat, getting a cricked neck from looking up all the time. Now, after I have experienced it for myself, I get it on all its levels. Not that I watch wild birds .. I am more the domesticated chook watcher, although I do have a penchant for the pelicans.
But this is not about my favorite birds, but Mums.
So the little babblers. Written by Mum.
The White-browed Babbler is 18 to 22cm in size, brown with mask like white markings on head and chest. It is a very gregarious bird living in pairs or up to 10 birds in a family group. I used to love to see them in our garden on the ground digging with their beaks in leaf litter and mulch for all sorts of insects. They would come into the bird bath and if there were any leaves in it they would pick them out.
As they are quite a big bird only a couple would get in the bath at once but the others would wait their turn. They would then sit around on the branches nearby preening themselves, and each other, almost falling off the branch as they stretched out sunning themselves, in a type of stupor.
There were 10 in our babbler family at one time, but gradually the numbers went down. I'm sure they were killed off by cats that tenants in one of the neighbours old house's owned. I saw one of their cats right up at our place early one evening*.
The last I saw of our group, there were 4 birds and one had an injured wing and could only fly low to the ground.
The male and female look alike, but individuals have different white markings on the end of their tail feathers. I have a record of all the markings that were on our group.
They are called babblers I suppose because of their happy chatter. I could always tell when they were around as they came through the garden on a regular basis, chattering and calling. They are also called 'happy families' as they do seem to be enjoying themselves.
*My folks are in an area where there is a covenant on the land that no cats or dogs are allowed by the householders, so that wildlife can be protected. However, just down the road there are no such restrictions and cats and dogs do roam about and cause this destruction. Mum does try and educate people about keeping their cats inside, but seems some people don't listen.