Friday, May 25, 2007

Great Argus displaying: a blog entry for birders...


The photos are a bit out of order I'm afraid, so I have explained what they are as we go along...

Remember what I said about the camera acting up at crucial life moments? Ok, so most of you will not regard an Argus Pheasant practising his courtship dance steps A Big Thing in your progress through life, but then, most of you are not birders.

These are lousy photographs of a wonderful experience. Most of the time I was watching, not snapping photos. And believe me, it was a superb moment in my life, and not one I ever expect to have again.

The Great Argus is a forest bird, not easily seen unless it has been habituated to the presence of humans. This particular bird (photo 5 for my best shot) chooses to clear his dancing ground (photo 2) on a path through the Danum Conservation Area not far from the Danum Rainforest Lodge, which means that he has to put up with people passing by from time to time.

In between times, he industriously cleans his stage, and flicks away the leaves that fall on it. (photo 4) He's a rather inefficient housekeeper, flicking leaves upwards until they more or less accidentally fall outside his performance area (bit like like a guy who has never handled a broom tackling a dusty floor...)

Then he hops up on to a log and calls, throwing his head back and giving vent to a repeated loud ringing wow-wow that would be enough to have you jump out of your leech socks if you weren't expecting it. (Photo 3)
And that, really, is about the very most a birder could ever expect to see.

So it was an enormous privilege to be able to watch - repeatedly - a male practice his dance for an absent female, possibly prompted into this display by a rival male approaching, calling as it came.

He started with a sort of ballet-dancer run, shivering his feathers out fluffily as he went. (For some absurd reason I was reminded of the dance of the cygnets from Swan Lake when the dancers skitter along on their toes n tiny steps...)

And then he began his dance.

(Photo 1. In this photo he is facing me, with his head visible as a whitish spot. His wing feathers - right side outwards with ocelli displayed - surround him, while his tail feathers are visible to the left. Photo 7 is next in sequence, where he has turned side-on, to the left, lowering his head.)

He bowed his head and raised his magnificent wing feathers to display the ocelli, whipping his long tail feather backwards and then straight upwards like a banner over his back....then he flexed his feathers so that I think we are looking at the underside of the feathers (photos 6, 8 & 10 ) He was suddenly no longer bird, but a galleon under full sail, a magnificent vessel with all flags flying, turning this way and that, offering his splendour to an enraptured audience of four, for whom he cared not a whit - alas, the true object of his dance, a female, was nowhere in evidence.

For an hour we watched as he danced, not once, but four or five times. I'd love to think he did it for me, even as I know that's not true - because perfect moments are things you will carry with you the rest of your life, and for me, this was one of them.

And there are people who would destroy the rainforest?
They know not what they do.


Two final photos : enlargement s of the previous one, showing the tail feathers raised on the left and the wing feathers to the right, also seen in enlargement. The birds's head is hidden. Alas, the true technicolour of the display was lost in my camera's attempt to cope with dark understorey conditions.

7 comments:

Audrey White said...

Dear Glenda - You know so many people, do you know Denzee Clyne and/or Jim Frazier?
They were in a video made by Jamie Robertson called "Sounds Like Australia". Alas. No DVDs in those days. Inter alia, it showed the mating dance of the Victorian Rifle Bird, so beautiful I wept. I was reminded of the styleised movements of Japanese dancers. Sadly, it is only a matter of time before my video 'dies'. As in my video of "Gates of Hell' the colour is leeching away. Like you, one cal only cling to an experience which will probably never be repeated. I never miss your blog entriesand, even if you don't think much of your photos, i find they move into my "Pictures" folder and enlarge quite well. Best wishes, Audrey White

Anonymous said...

All hail the Great Argus! All hail!
Smathi

hrugaar said...

I once watched an elderly peacock attempt a similar dance, in a garden in Devonshire. He was shaking his stuff for the best part of half an hour. The peahens meanwhile pottered around pecking for food, just giving him the occasional weary glance and shaking their heads. So it was wonderful to see, but had something of a Muppet Show sketch about it.

Anonymous said...

I'm not a birder but I can appreciate how special that time would have been.

When I lived on the farm I would spend hours watching a satin bower bird sneaking my blue pegs and abusing his reflection in the bumper bar of my car.

Magical moments.

Barbara

Argus Lou said...

Thanks for photographing me doing my dance, Glenda. I'm chuffed you called me Great; not so sure about the peasant though (er, I see it's pheasant). ^_^

Noonathome said...

Hi! I used to study this bird in Sumatra, though never had a chance to take a good picture like you did. Amazing pictures as I always love this bird. I link this post to mine if you don't mind

Iwan said...

Nice pic of Great Argus in the wild.