We live on an eccentric
planet, thanks to the number twenty three and a half. That’s the axial tilt of
our dear old planet, and the reason for the seasons. Which in turn is a grounds
for both rejoicing and lament.
Here in the higher
latitudes of the southern hemisphere, April brings a noticeable attenuation of
days, a lessening of sunlight, a return of colder weather and frost. Slowly the
plump warm air that has coddled us for half a year is receding, and the sun’s
strength is gradually diminishing.
Everywhere we respond to
this with a mixture of alarm and alacrity. No sooner are we relieved that wild
fires are over, than we start gathering in our firewood. We start warming our houses, burning the dust off
our heaters. We wash our woollens and put them to everyday use. Our vegetable
harvest gradually slows, and salads make way for soups.
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[Tasmania's green rosella: detail of head and shoulders] |
In the wider world the
signs are there too. With this week’s first dusting of snow, currawongs and
cockatoos congregate in our forest, suddenly more earnest in their search for food.
Beside our house a flock of green rosellas (Platycercus
caledonicus) lands on a kunzea bush. Without a sound – not even their soft,
bell-like contact call – they work away at the seed heads.
They are normally shy, but
they are so intent on eating that I can study them carefully without disturbing
them. Their markings are subtly spectacular, from a fluoro lime-yellow head and
chest, to a striking crimson frontal band; from a back that's an olive-blue plaid to a tail that's a rhapsody in blue-green.
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[A green rosella displaying its tail feathers] |
I have observed our resident
rosellas often over the decades, once peering through binoculars as several of
them de-berried a cotoneaster bush. At first I thought them sloppy, as they
discarded great gobs of berry pulp beneath the bush, like gormless diners
talking with their mouths full.
Slowly it dawned that the
pulp was of no interest to them. By rolling the berries between their tongue
and beak, they were able to break up the fruit, discard the pulp and ingest the seeds. I later learned that cotoneaster berries contain cyanogenic glycosides, which are toxic. Doubtless the
rosellas had learned this long before me.
Our native plants, with the spectacular exception of Tasmania's deciduous beech
(see link),
don’t respond to autumn via leaf colouration and deciduousness. But this
doesn’t mean they don’t respond to the shortening of the days, and the drop in
temperature and light levels. Particularly in colder areas, a number of our
eucalypts undergo their own response to lowering photosynthesis, resulting in brilliant
colouration of their peeling and fresh bark.
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[A yellow alpine gum in autumn colours] |
On recent alpine walks I have come across yellow alpine gums (Eucalyptus subcrenulata), snow gums (E. coccifera) and yellow gums (E. johnstonii), all putting on brilliant
bark colours in the face of cold, wet weather.
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[A Tasmanian snow gum] |
It appears that the withdrawal of chlorophyll allows the pigment anthocyanin to exert a stronger
influence over the bark, colouring some of it red or orange – just as it does
in deciduous leaves. As this older bark peels it contrasts strongly with the paler new bark that is revealed beneath. The process varies from species to
species, even from tree to tree. But in the end it’s all in response to that
amazing 23.5 degree tilt.
