I’ve grown up calling these birds Mudlarks, and have always had them around my home. When I was a child, we rescued an almost fledged chick, which managed to tumble from a nest at the top of an electricity pole. There was no hope of getting it back up there, so we kept in inside overnight, and put it back out under the pole in the daytime. The parent birds fed it during the day, and we took it back in to protect it overnight. While we initially were swooped, the parents came to understand we were protecting their baby. They would sit on the fence and wait for us to deliver or collect the young chick each day. This arrangement lasted for about a week, until the chick could fly. The family continued to visit our yard and we were happy to see the bird we had named ‘Spot’ grow into an adult. This was my first experience of working with nature to keep a young bird alive, and allow it to remain wild, so this species is special for me.
Some eighteen months ago, when we first moved in, we saw a Mudlark here, but I didn’t photograph it as they were so common in the city. I expected them to be common here too, however, it has taken a very long time to see a second sighting of this species. So while I have the chance, I will add it to the bird species list
Out here, they seem very shy, and keep their distance from the house and from humans. Being a relatively small bird, the photographs I managed to take are not spectacular, but sufficient to identify the key markings.