The hanging bird bath that isn't a bird bath...
As the birds have said, it's the size of a dinner plate, about 2cm deep, and suspended with three chains that are equally spaced around the rim.
It's not easy to get into, or out of, it's not particularly deep and we don't like that colour blue that it's glazed with, ha ha.
Tell you what, they say, if you bathe in the hand basin in the bathroom, we'll use this thing as a bird bath.
That neatly illustrates their view of the ridiculousness of the situation. Fair enough.
So the bird bath is a hanging feeder, and some time rain gauge - Not much rain, it rained, it rained more than I expected... ha ha.
It had something close to a good centimetre in it, this morning.
The garden was damp, though not soggy, sufficient I would have thought to bring the worms to the surface and have the various bugs out and sunning themselves.
And perhaps they were.
That didn't stop Mother magpie joining me for breakfast.
I don't think it was for the food, I think it was for the company; catching up with a friend who doesn't have kids, just for the break, ha ha.
What's that on the back of your hand? Did you cut yourself?
In a manner of speaking, yes... There were two cockatoos, squabbling over the food, so I took the box away because they were getting pretty rowdy. The pushier one didn't like that idea and, I'm assuming, reached for the box to pull it back - Mine!
Unfortunately, my hand was in the way...
Just another day, ha ha.
We sat down with the portable DVD player, worked out that it opened like a laptop - the lid folds up.
Volume controls and play/reverse were pretty self explanatory.
Press here to open the bit for the DVD to go in...
Not even ten minute's work, and that's with a person who doesn't like, or particularly wants to understand "technology".
Okay...do this... do that... do this... do that.... It really is quite straightforward, they said.
Then came the hard part.
How do you switch it on?
All the buttons are marked, clearly.
It really is a matter of press a button and off you go...
Simple, easy to operate, which is why it must have taken us the better part of another ten minutes to locate the power button.
It's on the side.
It's on the side...
At the base of the screen there's a large, moulded plastic "button".
It doesn't do anything.
I know.
I lost count of the number of times that I pressed it, in the vain hope that it would somehow miraculously work.
But no. This button is for decorative purposes only.
Grr.
I found the power button, switched it on, it came to life and they said "I'm tired, now, I'll have a look at it later".
Have I said "Just another day", already? Ha ha.
In the early afternoon, Father magpie's out the front.
How many babies have you got with you?
That's right, one of them hasn't grown her adult feathers, yet.
They look so alike, and they're both so confident, foraging around the garden.
It can be hard to tell them apart.
I put down some food for him, specially, then walked away.
So he followed me up the driveway...
I don't want food There, I want food Here...
Why do I think it's simply a ploy on his part to see how much food he can get out of me? Ha ha.
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