It took me 30 minutes to write the skeleton to this post.
Live from the back couch as the lively scenes unfolded. Synonymous incidents are very common around here.
But today’s circus was one to remember. I just never know what may happen next.
Or who will enter the stage?
And what big or small role they play today. Expect the unexpected.
This kinda reality show I do like. Just sit back and enjoy the spectacles in the front row. Coffee, please!?
I swapped my camera for my iPad and took notes. This is what I came up with.
Eight king parrots currently pick happily on seeds from the herb garden. The cereals end up in this oversized wooden box, as sloppy lorikeets chuck the grains out, they don’t like.
This creates a widespread feeding area on the first floor of the pavilion. The birds appear to be always hungry. But like everything in life, its all about timing.
Onlookers linger in the magic tree behind.
They are weighing up options and transpire strategies.
Which often doesn’t look like a good idea anymore, once airborne.
The birds’ aerial version of ‘musical feathers’ still amuses me quite happily. White-headed pigeons have meanwhile joined the shuffle.
‘Arnie’ was the first to arrive and gradually invited his friends and family. It becomes clear how he earned his name.
To my right are Zoe and Joey resting in green pastures.
It’s just great to see how comfortable they feel here now.
They are still adorable as ever.
Willy, the large Swamp Wallaby male has been following her for the past few weeks.
Signs suggest, that he is Joey’s father.
No doubt he will continue his service.
They happily graze together on this family outing.
An afternoon thunderstorm has dumped water over the shire, a heat relieving gesture from above.
It is hot and humid today and march-flies are increasingly active.
The bower is occupied by Thom, the turkey king. He has got the biggest yellow gobble of all visiting Brush-turkeys.
Thom chased the ‘ebony’ ducks out earlier. Political correctness doesn’t duck for everyone.
White ducks matter though, as ‘Whitey’ points out.
A female bowerbird tries to intimidate Thom from comfortable elevation. But he has none of that squawking business. Size matters around here, as Brush-turkeys fly surprisingly well.
Strawberry Frodo meanwhile, who has been watching from the mouldy tree above, spotted an opportunity.
He is the cautious and sensible kinda guy.
Like a thief in the night, his free-fall halts on the horizontal branch. The birds’ velocity cracked this pole in half.
Cable ties are needed to support the branch meanwhile, it has taken a beating.
Frodo doesn’t want to attract any unwanted attention and keeps quiet. Within a split second, he is already on to the buffet.
He is far too hungry to waste precious time.
The female, who had been watching, copies his behaviour and just like that;
Everyone eats happily ever after.
Frodo couldn’t resist to whoo his dinner guest over.
What a charming performance.
Only a white stallion opposes them all. Sunshine appreciates bird seeds and fruits as well. Bananas are by far his favourite.
Who else has a roaming horse visiting from time to time?
The king parrots have been enjoying their grains immensely, adding some chatter here and there.
King parrots have an incredible calm character, they are lovers and not fighters.
It has been tranquil, the calm before the storm they say. The pace is about to pick up a notch or two.
Two lorikeets flew in from the front porch, screeching and fluttering.
They had no fear and ambushed Bruce Lee style.
All hell broke loose. What an entrance to the stage, bravo.
The stunned parrots panicked and fluffed around shrieking. A feather stampede headed my way.
One red male scurried straight towards me but corrected his flight path just in time. It gets a bit crazy at times.
A few ‘kingies’ scuffed their beaks for a wee while longer. A short wee while.
The deafening high pitch screams of the lorikeets spooked even Sunshine off. He does not like loud noises at all and he knows what’s coming.
That’s right. The locomotion alerted the railway police.
Local matadors Lionel and Veronika are on their way over. They were the first lorikeets to feed on seeds in this shire and proclaimed their habitat. They willingly defend their territory at all costs.
Lionel and Veronika weren’t happy about earlier turbulence at all. And from previous experience, this is will get messy.
Fudge me, that is some noise. If I hadn’t had my hands full, I would have covered my ears.
Fluff like a butterfly and sting like a bee. And off they went.
Lorikeets were tumbling over the timber, pumping and jumping on testosterone.
Gram for gram, lorikeets are heavyweights and wont back down.
The intruders were followed into the magic tree. Just to be sure, to be sure, to be sure. Other family members of each clan had meanwhile joined on different branches.
Holey guacamole, feathers flying and all.
Neither party was giving in as various duels continued.
Eventually, the groups were separated within the twisted maze of the Bumpy Ash, still very vocalised.
Nothing wrong with a bit of verbal abuse from the distance.
Veronika and Lionel returned as victors a short while after, still huffing and puffing.
Both are easily recognised for their loyalty. And prevail to be soo cute and curious. Only friendly chatter was heard amongst them.
Peace had returned to the shire as it was quiet again. It’s a bit hard to take.
Sunshine witnessed this show like a pro. He’s heard this kafuffle many times before, as he has heard thunderstorms. He still doesn’t like them particularly.
The heavy downpour washed all trouble away. For how long I wonder?
The house ducks meanwhile returned in usual formation. Frodo and up to five females made the most of an unoccupied bower.
Sharing isn’t a bowerbird’s virtue either, but there’s plenty to go around.
Zoe and Joey used the distraction to move in as well.
About 6 king parrots joined the two local lorikeets on the rail. They don’t really like sharing, but some lorikeets tolerate other birds as the rain showers continue. Another 4 king parrots and the defeated lorikeets are sitting quietly in the magic tree.
The White-headed Pigeons have returned as well.
And so the merry-go-round continued.
One parrot doesn’t like another, who then shuffles someone else off.
Who then flies into the Bumpy Ash, pushing someone else off the branch.
Only to land on the rail and swoops someone else off.
Round and round we go. It never gets boring around here.
Another oddity is the following. I haven’t taken a single photo during this show.
I wrote as fast as I could, trying to remember all details. And staying out of the line of feathers.
Stay tuned for tomorrow’s episode right here, at some time during the day. The show will go on.