It's not all crisis and activity here, every day... ha ha...
I've gone for several days where the most exciting thing that happened was that the blue wren came by and had a bath in the big bird bath, ha ha...
That's a pretty exciting thing in itself...
Watching the little blue and black golf ball jump into the water, only to emerge moments later, a skinny, bedraggled thing, barely a shadow of his former self, ha ha...
I'm yet to see Mrs wren have a bath, but she's very keen to stand on the side of the bird bath and cheer him on, all the same...
He hops into the water and lowers himself down, just a little... then just a little more, and he starts to flap his wings...
They move so fast that you can barely see them, a flash of deep bronze feathers...
And they make a noise like the old Motorola pagers did...
A frantic, insistent buzzing, ha ha...
I used to write in my diary that they'd come by in the evening because seeing them was a pretty novel thing...
Now they turn up in the middle of the day, and again in the evening if they feel like it, and I'm sure they come through first thing in the morning, as well... ha ha...
It's not as though they think they own the place, much... ha ha.
It's when they start pointing me towards sites like "How to build a wren nest" that I'll know they're serious, ha ha...
I suppose if I was a really, really nice person I'd plant a couple of bottle brushes, add a little bit more native plant life to the garden for them.
I've tried growing bottle brushes in the past, but it wasn't successful...
They suffered from a common condition called notenoughwateritis... ha ha...
Don't ever think that cockatoos can't count....
Take two slices of bread pressed together, tear a strip off one side of them, and break that crusty strip into two...
You have four pieces... now, hand out those small pieces of bread to the waiting cockatoos - One... Two... Three...
And wait for the scowling of a lifetime from bird number four - "You can't hide that piece of bread from me...", ha ha...
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