A morning bird call

I've decided to blame the fact that I think I broke my toe on a red wattlebird. One seems to have taken up residence in our neighbourhood, perhaps right outside my window, and heralds the dawn seemingly before the dawn has in fact arrived. I'm quite sure it's actually waking me up, almost every single morning.

I've forgotten a few things from my wildlife career, but the sound of a red wattle bird isn't one of them. You can listen here. And our particular individual seems to leave out the nice twittering in between and just do that "warck, warck" noise over and over again.

I do love birds, and the fact that a species like the red wattlebird persists here in this inner-city suburb, but I do also secretly wish this one would sleep in every now and then.