The Superb Lyrebird is as much a part of the forest as is the Mountain Ash, in fact they are inseparable, and both a vital part of the Heart of the Yarra Valley. To get these shots I have spent many hours in the realm of the Lyrebird, slowly following them watching them search in the undergrowth for food, with their powerful claws they can roll logs, rip large strips of bark from trees, move large quantities of soil and forest litter. I have found their nests carefully hidden in the undergrowth, or in the low fork of a tree or fern. The nest is a large ball of sticks lined with moss, feathers and the fibers from the trunks of the Soft Tree Fern. I have watched and listened to the male as he performs his elaborate courtship rituals, sometimes up on a high log or branch so his song echoes far through the forest. But the best of his dancing is saved for the mounds he clears in the tall bracken or another secluded spot. Here he sings, dancers and mimics all the birds and sounds of the forest, from the loudest Cockatoo, to the delicate sound of the small Wrens and Robins . Australia.