🙂

It's... Half... Past...Ten...!

Stomps not so little feet....

Addresses the ground...

It's... Half... Past...Ten...!

It then turns it's attention to the bird bath, the tree, the table, and then it sees me...

And says... It's... Half... Past...Ten...!!!

Just for emphasis, it says it again, to it's audience of both inanimate and animate objects...

It's... Half... Past...Ten...!!!

How can I tell that it's one of the "baby" crows?

The parent crows don't come down to tell me there's no food, ha ha.

It didn't stick around to get food, no, it just came down to complain.

If there'd been a door to slam, and it could've yelled "I hate you, you don't understand me!", it probably would've...

Teenage crows... ha ha.

🙂

Apologies to Queen while I do the Fandango

I'm not stealing the marble... I'm taking it, to decorate my nest...

You wouldn't want my children growing up in an ugly nest, would you...?

(Have you got any more red ones? I really like red ones...), ha ha.

🙂

A currawong turned up in the evening, and looked disbelievingly at the empty table.

"How can this be...? I'm here and the food isn't...".

I went out and put a palm size pile of sultanas out on the table for him, even though he'd flown off.

I figured he'd be back if he felt like it...

It can't have taken me more than a minute to get back inside, and look out the window, and all but three of the sultanas were gone, ha ha.

Something catches my eye, out the window...

It's Father magpie.

"I'm just foraging around...".

Uh huh... On the lookout for any special treats that might just happen to be there...?

"Well..." he says, "Walk past the window, get something special... You never know, it's worked in the past...", ha ha.

Those birds love me, ha ha.

🙂

🙂

Poor Takeaway...

Eat...

Listen...

Move along bridge a bit...

Listen...

Sit in just the right spot where you can hear if somebody's about to climb out of the tree...

Suddenly realise there's a better spot over on the bridge, and hurry over there...

Sit there for a few minutes and come to the conclusion that your wayward offspring didn't sleep in the tree, today, and is, therefore, not going to be available to be ambushed, ha ha.

🙂

🙂