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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Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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  1. adeeyoyo says:

    About a year ago (maybe a year and a half) the grey ones made an appearance and have been in our area ever since. I’m not surprised. When I moved here all the hills in the distance were green – now they are covered in townhouses!

    Good for young R and quite right too.


  2. cindy says:

    Lucky spotting. Col. I have a flock of the grey ones in my garden, they drive me quite dilly.
    Clever girl, that little R; have I said that before?


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