The day grew late and I sat in the cold wondering if anyone would drop in...
They did - a soft "plop" on the roof was followed "Are you there?", ha ha.
I thought it might be one of the young ones, "geographically embarrassed", who was looking to find their bearings, but no...
I stepped out from under the pergola and a little bald head poked out from over the guttering...
Regular as clockwork, it's the original old man bird, ha ha.
"Am I too late? Is there still food? It's really good to see you... ".
Down he came from the roof and onto the bridge, and straight past the first pile of food - "Too small... That one over there's bigger...", and made a bee-line for it, ha ha.
One of the cockatoos, earlier in the day, standing on the bridge made a muffled squeak...
I looked out and it had it's crest up, head up, and it's wings slightly away from it's body...
Obviously something's ruffled it's feathers, ha ha.
So why is it the other cockatoo, not three feet away from it sitting there as if nothing has happened?
The first cockatoo is, or was, sitting under the hole in the roof...
There's half the answer... ha ha...
On top of the roof, poking it's head through the hole and looking cheeky is a currawong, looking cheeky and being a currawong... ha ha.
I must retrieve that piece of rope from the far end of the garden, where they left it having played with it, last time.
(They never put their toys away, ha ha...),
It's going to be better all round if the currawongs have their own toys rather than resorting to using the other birds for amusement, ha ha.
Having just put some bread on the big table, who should I encounter at the other end of the garden?
The currawong who viewed me with suspicion while I tried to explain that the bread was inconveniently at the other end of the garden, where I'd just put it... ha ha.
I went back to get a piece of bread for it, and of course when I got back to where we'd met it was gone...
The crash sound as it landed awkwardly on the big table was evidence enough that it'd been listening when I pointed out where the bread was, ha ha.
It's got a scar above one eye which I think might affect it's vision just a bit, leading to some awkward landings... but it doesn't stop it from picking out the fruit from the bread with pinpoint accuracy, ha ha.
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