One of these little ones turned up this afternoon...
The bird, not the label, ha ha...
I think it followed the crimson rosellas in... they're not so much here as everywhere, at the moment... ha ha.
There's definitely two types of them - the cheeky ones, and the really cheeky ones, ha ha.
Out of habit, if I take the box with the seed in it outside, I put it on the ground - that way there's less distance for it to fall should somebody decide to land on it, ha ha.
So, I've put the box down outside and gone back inside to grab something...
I step back outside and there's a pair of crimson rosellas perching on the edge of the box, helping themselves to the seed...
"Nup... It's ours, now..."... ha ha.
These two... I reckon they'd take the cake if there was a cake to take, and the seed, too. ha ha.
A bit after dark a relatively young male possum turned up...
The promise of a free feed seemed incentive enough for him...
Poor little bloke, I should put a sign out the front - Beware of the Landlady....
Babs decided that he was the new toy she was getting as an early Christmas present... ha ha.
Wicked old thing that she is, she chased him up and down the roof, terrifying him in the process...
He disappeared off into the trees, and half an hour or so later, working on the assumption that she'd gone away, he came back...
Not a good decision, young possum... ha ha.
She let him get almost all the way to end of the roof before she emerged from the shadows...
He screamed like an actress in a B grade movie and took off back the way he'd come.... ha ha.
Bless her wicked black heart, she does like to have her fun... ha ha.
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We will have to work hard at getting them to drop in.
We can hear them, but not see them.
I always had walnuts in a container in my bag. I had to go through the carpark to get to daughter's, and there were lots of gum trees there for them to hang out in.
Once they spotted me, they would want their walnuts and then follow me back to daughter's for more. It was only a small container.
They nested in a gum tree 2 doors down from daughter's.
When the place sells, they'll drive the new owners batty, calling for their walnuts.
Sometimes all 3 had a loud chorus going.
