The Purple crowned fairy wren enjoys being upright in his lotus position, the cool season burning across the Kimberley land way out west in Western Australia an area of prolific wildlife, majestic canyons and Saltwater Crocs, land sacred to the Nyikina and Magala People of the reflective Fitzroy River.

 

The species spend their days flitting around river grasses and shrubs scratching against a grubby leaf litter to find prey of tasty insects and egg-shaped seeds.

 

When breeding season arrives the males develop their spectacular vivid purple feathers settled like a crown fit for a Queen, bordered by a deep black mask covering his eyes.


He chirps like an orchestra in an old Grevillea tree shimmering like moonlight and honeygem rising like buildings up to 8 metres tall!

I gave in awe with the bird camouflage in the dusk crunching on my biscuit with a pair of binoculars by my side, the bird feeding his family a finger long worm fresh from the soil.