I don't know what's funnier, the little girl magpie, reluctant to get amongst the cockatoos and get something to eat because they're so pushy, or the galah, half the size of the cockatoos, who wades in, amongst them. A shrill bleat here, a bite there, he doesn't take nonsense from them, ha ha.
Meanwhile, the little girl's moved over to the front where she knows she'll get a little more peace and quiet.
I stepped out the back and the galah comes running towards me "Where's the food? Where's the food? Where's the food? Hurry! Look what's following me!".
Hot on his heels are half a dozen of the laziest cockatoos you'd ever find. Ever heard of the power of flight?
I know, I know, forget flying, it's easier to get a run up and then launch ourselves at you.
This'll be my cue to put the box of seed on the ground, and having checked to make sure there's no one behind me, take a step back.
If you get enough birds around the box, and they don't start squabbling, they'll move, more or less in a circle, in a clockwise direction. One of the wonders of Nature. They don't show that in their fancy documentaries, ha ha.
I haven't seen the big girl possum with the bulgy pouch around in the last couple of days. Thinking about it, given the weather, it's amazing I've seen anything but rain and more rain, in the last couple of days, ha ha.
I think she must be getting to the point where the little one learns to ride on her back, rather than in the pouch.
That's a fun couple of days, from memory - "But I want to go back in the pouch, Now! I don't care that you're sitting in such a position as to make it nearly impossible. I'll wriggle and squirm and burrow if I have to!".
Okay, fun might not be the word, not for mum, anyway, ha ha.
She'll bring the little one round, when she's ready, and introduce it to the food served here. There's some priceless moments ahead - the look of surprise, and just as often sheer bliss when the little possum "discovers" something new to eat.
Just as often the "new" food is something that mum's trying to eat. "What's that you're eating? I want to try it too! While you're eating it!". Possum mothers can be a study in patience, ha ha.
There was a willy wagtail in the big tree, right on dusk, suddenly jumping into the air to catch insects I couldn't even see.
He's welcome to come back, any time, especially if he has a taste for mosquitoes, ha ha.
The solar powered UV bug zappers are all well and good, and I'm sure they draw in their fair share of biting things, but for a determined mozzie there's nothing that compares to the smell of a human being.
Except maybe the smell of another human being.
I may have to find somebody silly enough to stand around outside with me, at dusk, to act as a decoy, ha ha.
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