the nothing ,anything ,everything thread

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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 

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The cockatoos have "gone home", the food's out, I'm trying to reason with a currawong that taking half a piece of bread makes more sense than lugging a whole piece around... ha ha.

Dad magpie turns up...

Then little girl magpie turns up... and keeps her distance from him... ha ha.

I'm not surprised... At one point she got too close and he lunged at her and snapped his beak...

It's that time of year...

The time of year when I'm glad I'm friends with him...

Very glad...

He stomped around the table, shoulders forward, head down, scowling...

I know he doesn't mean any harm, but there are times it doesn't hurt to keep in mind that my feathered friend is hovering on the edge of being homicidal, and not necessarily selective when it comes to following that urge... ha ha.

Give him some space, and always make sure there's a clear path to the door... ha ha.

He's not a "swooper", he's not an aggressive bird, but I'm not an idiot, either, ha ha.

When I said the cockatoos had gone home...

The two old man birds had settled in up in the big gum tree.

I could see one of them, happily stripping leaves off a branch... ha ha.

The other one was pretending to be a short, stumpy branch, and doing a good job of it - white bird, white tree, until he moved...

I blinked and had to look again... ha ha.

Yep, that short, stumpy branch Is moving... ha ha.

I'm sure they're happy there... It's only thirty seconds away from breakfast... as long as the currawongs haven't eaten the lot, ha ha.

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I'd left a long garden stake resting against the side of the bird perch frame and the old man bird decided that it looked like a pretty good ramp to climb...

Up the ramp he went, but he wasn't pleased by the lack of a crossbar in the frame when he got there...

How am I going to get across this?

With a little bit of quick thinking on my part, a solution came to hand...

A stick... ha ha.

I held it across the gap and he grabbed hold of it with one foot - I'll take that as his seal of approval for my idea, ha ha.

I started to raise the stick, slowly, and he decided that he'd changed his mind - he didn't really want to be on the bird perch, he wanted to fly over to the compost bin...

So he did... ha ha.

The garden stake is now firmly attached to the bird perch, admittedly at a steeper angle, but it means he'll be able to get to the bit that matters most to him - the little shelf where the food goes... ha ha.

Dad magpie turned up with little girl magpie in tow...

He looked at, and sampled most of the things that looked like they were edible, that were on offer, ha ha.

She preferred to sing... It's what she likes to do, ha ha...

He seemed troubled... He walked around, looking at things... It was as though he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was that he was missing...

"It's on the tip of my beak, or would be, if it was there to be on the tip of my beak..." he said, ha ha.

I'll have to wait until tomorrow, when he comes past again, to find out what the mystery food is...

My guess is it's the macaroni that I didn't get around to making earlier on, ha ha.

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I don't know how the mice fared on this one, but my best laid plan came unstuck almost immediately... ha ha.

I'll open the door and step outside, holding the plate...

Then I'll put the plate down and close the door behind me...

It sounds good, as a plan goes... ha ha.

But in reality...

I opened the door, stepped outside and almost immediately had to fend of a large mottled grey hummingbird... ha ha...

Okay, so it was a wattlebird... ha ha.

Most days he's happy to stand on the table and mutter "Hurry up... Hurry up..." at me as I try to get the banana off the plate...

But this time he was intent on hovering while he sampled the contents of the plate... while I was holding it... ha ha.

"You could've used a bowl instead of a plate... At least they've got a lip on the rim... then I'd have somewhere to land...".

You know, there are days I think there's no pleasing him... ha ha.

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When I was a youngster I was signed up for learn to swim lessons at the local pool.

I wasn't so keen on getting into the pool and finally I opted to climb backwards down the ladder, feeling the air with my feet as I went, waiting for the moment when I'd touch the cold water...

Oooh! Cold!! ha ha.

That's something that would have remained locked away in the dusty vaults of my memory had it not been for a rainbow lorikeet, today...

It gripped the edge of the bird bath with its beak, and slowly reversed, lowering itself tentatively, feeling the air as it went, seeking, sensing that moment when it would find the water...

Oooh! Cold!!

Of course, much like me in the swimming pool, once it was in, there was no getting it out, ha ha.

There's Big, and then there's Bigger, which describes something beyond simply big...

There's Fun, then there's Rainbow lorikeet in a birdbath...

"Did you have fun when you went out?"...

"You bet, we had a Rainbow lorikeet in a bird bath of a time", ha ha.

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