What's casting a shadow there, on the table...?
Specifically on that side of the table...?
It's not a shadow, it has an ear, ha ha.
The smallest member of the family has come in for breakfast.
He's doing well, it's only been a week or so since he decided that didn't need Mum anymore.
So she's disappeared off to have a well earned break, ha ha.
It's the same thing with Piano and Moreton.
The day that Piano decided that she's a big girl, now, Moreton heaved a sigh of relief and packed her bags for Club Med Possum, ha ha.
I headed out the back to put "breakfast" out, expecting that the old man bird with the curved beak would be there, waiting for me, doing his expectant dance, ha ha.
Not today.
Well, fair enough, he spent most of the day here.
I'm at the big table, fending off the wattlebirds and the currawongs - "Hurry up! Hurry up! Move out of the way!" - (that's them, not me), ha ha, and out of the blue he appears - not standing on ceremony, he lands on the bridge and heads straight for "His" spot .
That's where "His" food goes.
It's not that he won't eat in half a dozen other places, but he has "His" spot, ha ha.
It's a good thing that I put food there, beforehand, or by golly I would have received a frowning and a half, ha ha.
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