Yes Baccharis! (No, noisy miner)
In defiance, or perhaps thanks, it’s grown back with a vengeance. A family of nesting miner birds twit incessantly somewhere in there.
Foraging, with a little help from my messy-eating immigrant friends
During my walks around London, I would often see chestnuts on the ground, or, rather, what was leftover, because someone had arrived before me.
At not much more than twenty metres away, the sight and sound of two huge birds flapping noisily ... was enough to shock even us.
The Little Reddy
... there it was, the baby red wattle bird, perched firmly on a small twig where mom first left it.
Brush-turkey in my Backyard
Yes, there was a Brush-turkey in the backyard. We were both stunned, it’s impossible! We exclaimed, how the hell did it get here?
The Fig and Me
The root flair seems to accommodate me really well. I didn’t leave anytime soon.
Jump Little Monkey
For a split second he soars, a look of terror on his face.
The Smallest of Things
Now that spring is underway the birds have stopped visiting, and the Buttercup is again a lush green carpet dotted with hundreds of little yellow flowers.