With the cockatoos out of the way, for the day, I put the food on the table for everyone else.
There are graduated levels sheer nerve courage with the currawongs.
Some hang back, waiting for me to move on, some are much more interested in the food, and I'm someone who gets in the way, ha ha.
They're not quite up to hand feeding, but they don't mind telling me that my hand isn't moving fast enough when it comes to laying out the food. Cheeky things.
With the food more or less where they wanted it, I moved on, and the crow came down.
He found a piece of bread and sat, perched on a branch over the table, while the currawongs pretty much ignored him, and squabbled amongst themselves, in, and on, the food.
Mother magpie flies in and lands on the arch that joins onto the table.
She's half way along the arch, on her way to the table when she sees the crow...
And the squawking begins....
Poor crow, he's sitting on the branch, he's eating some bread, he's out of everyone's way but that's not good enough for mother magpie.
He did the decent thing and left, anything to make the noise stop, ha ha.
She jumps down onto the table, grabs A, one, one single piece, of macaroni and flies off.
All that effort... Ha ha.
She's a bossy old thing.
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