'Sure enough, at about quarter to seven, the Birds of Paradise flew in, assembling from different directions. The first glimpse was of a quick, russet-brown flicker of quite a small bird flying with very fast wing-beats, and abruptly settling on a branch high up in a tree. You would think nothing of this creature until you used binoculars and brought into focus a bravura display of plumes. The bird had a fine yellow head, green throat and its tail was a brilliant scarlet cascade of feathers hanging in an arching curve. Drooping from this amazing tail were two elegant feathers, more like wires, which hung in a spiral and gently swayed in the air. These were the male Red Birds of Paradise, of a most extraordinary beauty and variety of colours... from these superb creatures came that remarkably ugly 'wawk, wawk, wawk.' Then they would fall silent and follow up with a gurgle and chirrup, like the sound of a wet cork being drawn slowly out of a bottle.'