Hubby went to do some work on the truck today which involved the use of the forklift.
He backed the truck out from under cover, then fired up the forklift and backed it out.
Then he noticed the resident Whistling Dick (shrike thrush) fly in under the skillion. Next thing I hear hubby cuss and looked around to see him up on top of the forklift (don't tell WHS) He then climbed down, put the forklift back in the shed followed by the truck.
Due to a slight technical hitch it will be at least a week before he can use the forklift.
ahhh, a collection of chicks, I didn't think of that lol
Tomorrow I'll take some photos of the rubbish I've collected over the years. Tins, bottle, broken glass, lots of 'projects' that never happened.
He might be the smart one. There was a **bleep** cat lurking around. The third baby was on the ground but flew in to a shrubby tree while mum distracted the cat.
They're really coming along beautifully. 
I'm almost dreading the not too far off day when my local pair of magpies bring their little ones to visit the guy who gives them macaroni. 
