On Sunday I was all excited-like when a pair of these spectacular tweeties landed in the acacia in front of our front sliding doors. Instead of grabbing a camera, idjit here goes dashing around hunting for Much Better Half and yelling, ‘Come and look at this!’ Of course, she was concealed in some far corner of the garden, and by the time I did grab a snapper, there was only time for this shot at one of the boidies before they vanished at speed.
You’d think that with such beautiful plumage they’d be proud to show it off, but actually they believe in being heard but not seen.
When they do loer-ie at one through the treeses, they quickly hide in them.
Young R’s latest cutting put-down happened during a car trip yesterday. She loves going under bridges, and her granny saw that a pedestrian bridge was coming up. ‘Look,’ she said, ‘we’re going to go under a little walking bridge …’ Before she could elaborate, R chipped in, ‘Don’t be silly, Gran. Bridges don’t walk!’
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