the nothing ,anything ,everything thread

[opmania]

This is a thread with no particular

Topic so no one can be off topic 🙂

So if anyone out there has something 

To say about anything you like now

Is your chance

Keep it clean 

And be nice 

See how long that lasts

Can we keep politics and religion out 

Of the conversation 

[ecar3483]

Thanks, She ele. 🙂

[ecar3483]

In the past I may have, in passing, mentioned that the birds and the possums have a way of surprising me, sometimes...

Which is a nice way of leading into saying what you've probably already guessed that I'm going to say.

Drum roll....

Guess which baby cockatoo is staying the night, again?

They're a law unto themselves, ha ha.

[tasfleur]

Can't wait to see your tree kangaroo toy ecar, it's going to be splendid ... 

Love hearing about the ongoing antics of the wildlife around you, wonderfully refreshing and an environment made in heaven!

[lloydslights]

(Not my photo)

Just saw a Jamie Oliver van go past ..........on the back of a tow truck!

DEB

[lloydslights]

Yes Tasfleur, I agree.  Ecar's closeup observations of his animal refuge are wonderful and the toyshop pieces are memorable.  

Lately, I started feeding some of the local birdlife.  No cockatoos, though.

6 kookaburras and 2 magpies may have already had the natural entree serving of their breakfast by the time I open the blinds. 

The dominant magpie is at the table impatiently waiting his main course.  The other is taking in the vista atop the tv antennae.

With the sounds of the nearby lorikeets arguing over which gum blossom belongs to whom, the mincemeat is being eaten (or packed into his beak to be taken to a seaside-lookout venue, appreciated by magpies with class).

"Baby" kooka sits on the bar of the Hills hoist.  So patient is he.  Finally, some balls of mince are thrown in his direction.  Wow, from where did his parents and hangers-on descend.  "Big Daddy" greedily gets his fill with intermittent raiding by his mates.  

"Mama" is cursing hubby's mates, flapping to move them on so that the "Little One" can get his portion.  

The marauding noisy miners are there to pick up any scraps - and gossip.

Life in the 'Burbs - not so bad.

DEB

[ecar3483]

The baby cockatoo came walking across the support tower for the Brown house - cross beam to cross beam to cross beam, very deliberately, towards me. I held up my forearm for him - if you want to hop onto this, that's okay.

He stopped, and gently bit my sleeve, then leaned a little further and gently pinched my hand at the end of the sleeve, before reaching for my thumb, inquiringly.

I turned my hand over, and opened it, showing that it was empty.

He looked at my hand, very disappointed, then looked at me, with an equally very disappointed look.

What's the point in me holding out my arm, let alone my hand, if there's no food?

No, I don't want to climb onto your arm, it's no fun... LOL.

[ecar3483]

Such is the unfairness of the frailty of life.

The baby cockatoo died during the night.

There's one fixed, inevitable fact - if a bird comes here and stays the night then the countdown begins. Hours? Days? Who knows.

They come here because it's a safe place, a good place.

I feel a bit flat, unsure of what to do with my day. 

It's hard, losing them. 

Because the bird is here pretty much all the time, they become part of the pattern of the day, and then they're not here, but the day goes on, and there's an empty space where they used to be.

Happy? I don't think I could doubt that. I put the possum food down, on a bench last  night, so he hopped up onto the bench and began helping himself to it. 

Cheeky little man, happy little man.

When the dawn came he didn't wake up.

When night falls I'll look at the sky and he will be somewhere in that vast blanket of pinpricks of light.

Goodbye, baby bird.

[imastawka]

I'm sorry for your loss Ecar.   Another one.   Must be hard at times.

But they need you

[tasfleur]

Oh ecar, I'm so sorry the little cockatoo has gone ... 😞

How wonderful though that the birds and the wildlife are around you and you care so much about them.

We have a whole "gang" of galahs that come to sit on the wires a couple of times a week who sit and have 'conversations' with each other, and then there is the single white cockatoo that flies around sqawking to himself every day.   He/she is never with a flock, always alone, but we've seen it for a few years now, seems to be a kind of ritual it goes through and then goes home.  So glad he/she is a free spirit.