There's an old man bird with an enormously long hooked beak who visits when he pleases...
There's no guarantee I'll see him two days in a row, though...ha ha.
Just because he's an infrequent visitor doesn't, in his mind, mean that he shouldn't receive the very best service while he's here...
One... Oh, okay... Two handfuls of sunflower kernels for you.... here on the table because that's where you're demanding that I put them you'd like me to put them... ha ha.
He got his kernels and I went to annoy feed some of the other birds...
I couldn't have been away more than a few minutes and when I got back to the table he was waiting for me, patiently... "I ate all the food... Is there any more?", ha ha.
It's incredible how much he can eat, but then again he does like the food so I can't fault him on that... ha ha.
Yes and no, he's spoilt, ha ha...
But when it comes to the wattlebird he pales in comparison...
"But I want to eat the possum bread...".
It's a strip cut from a slice of bread... and is almost bigger than the bird is... ha ha.
But the bird tries to pull pieces off it, anyway...
It was standing next to the strip of bread, one foot on it, tearing at the bread with it's beak...
There's a picture of near frustration determination, ha ha.
So, this evening, I cut some pieces of bread, very finely, for the wattle bird to enjoy...
Enjoy?
Could coming here get any better? ha ha.
Is there anything better than "special" bread cut up into pieces that are just the right size to eat?
If there is, don't worry, we'll demand it... ha ha.
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