I'm reposting this March post in honour of the lyrebird to add to the bird travel theme at


An update: This weekend I drank my morning coffee at my occasional home with two lyrebirds preening just outside the house, one on an uninhabited ant mound and the other up a geebung, both too alert to photograph.


Recently we camped at Wollomombi on the Waterfall Way near Armidale. As we were unpitching, we heard the familiar song of a lyrebird. We walked a few paces from the campsite and there he was, practising his mating dance and song, beautifully visible through the grasses. He strutted, stomped, shimmered and displayed his tail, curved over his head and held out at its full span behind him. His song included rich bell-like noises and clicks, full throated and oblivious to our presence.



Two days later, we overnighted at Wollomombi again, and there he was in the morning, perched on a branch in full song.