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Australia · in my garden · Mount Warning · native Australian birds · spring · Tweed Valley

A Short Love Story of Two Rainbow Lorikeets

Joanne6 Comments

There was no rain today, but the mountain and ranges were beautifully crisp and clear, as if they had been washed clean by yesterday morning’s downpour.

While standing at my kitchen window at breakfast time, two rainbow lorikeets crashed – gently, thank goodness – into my large glass door which leads into the garden. As strange as it seems, they both came back and did it again! It was as if they wanted to come inside the house.

I always have a dish of water on an old table out the back for the birds, and the other day I added a dish of bird seed too. One of the lorikeets, which I assume was the female, jumped up onto the table and investigated both dishes, taking a drink of water, while the other lorikeet bobbed around the table doing a strange sort of dance. This bird, I assume, was a male.

After a couple of minutes of seemingly ignoring her suitor’s advances, the female turned to him, they wrapped their heads around each others body – this is the last photo – then away they flew!

And now I’m back to essay writing. But I just had to pause and share my cute little story today. 🙂

Australia · clouds · Mount Warning · native Australian birds · spring · Tweed Valley

Blue clouds – and fledglings!

Joanne4 Comments

The light this afternoon made the clouds glow and defined every crevice in the mountain and ranges. I’m loving the blue and white clouds we’ve had over the past couple of days too. There’s no rain about – and the ground is in need of a major soaking – so it seems the clouds are simply there for ornamental purposes. They are very lovely ornaments, I must say. 🙂

Mount Warning is living up to her indigenous name of “cloud catcher” too.

This morning there seemed to be several Noisy Miner birds in our back garden, causing a bit of a hullabaloo, so I went outside to investigate. Sitting on my clothesline, all cuddled up together, I discovered three gorgeous, fluffy, baby miners. They didn’t seem to mind me going right up close to them to take a photo either, so perhaps the adults, in whatever way they communicate, let the babies know they were in a safe garden. I still see the baby magpie in the tall gum tree out the front, but so far it hasn’t ventured into the back garden. I’m assuming it just isn’t old enough, or strong enough, to fly too far yet.