Feeding the birds.

We have such a soft spot for all the birds around the house we are currently house sitting. I have previously told you about the butcher bird I call ‘baby’. He still comes every day demanding food, usually in the large potted tree by the back door or sometimes in the breezeway beside the kitchen window. He sings his little heart out for us.

We have the usual daily visitors, the rainbow lorrikets, galahs, and when they deign to bestow their presence, the king parrots come quietly eat and glide away again.

Then there are the cockatoos. More and more are coming to visit in the late afternoons and they are getting more used to Peter. He has patiently spent time with them, and now can feed one or two by holding a block of seed and they will come right down and feed.

He spent quite some time out there with his camera in one hand and a block of seed in the other. These are the results.

 

He has to remember that they are still wild birds, and especially the sulphur crested cockatoos have beaks that could probably go right to the bone on your finger if they wanted to hurt you.

I went out to the kitchen the other morning, and on the bench lay a kitchen paper towel with some blood on it.

 

Yes….guess who got nipped when feeding the birds….only a minor bite fortunately.

He spent quite some time out there with his camera in one hand and a block of seed in the other. These are the results.

Birds are a beautiful addition to our life....imagine no birds.....how dull.