Showing posts with label Window Strikes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Window Strikes. Show all posts

09 October 2020

83. Babysitting a Finch

I heard a plaintive cry outside the lounge room. It usually means the finches are in danger; that either a goanna or a snake threatened. 

04 January 2020

59. Saving Baby in the Sink

Mum always says I should start the new year like I mean to continue. The 1st of January 2020 I saved a bird. Not just any bird, but a fledgling of the Pizza-oven bucket-bird I love. If I continue saving birds for 1% of the next 9 years and 364 days, I’ll be happy.

20 March 2019

14. CUCKOO SAVING A CUCKOO

I’m playing fetch with Rex between watering plants. The dog sniffs the air, rushing towards a bird lying sideways. I hurl the ball away to distract the kelpie before he eats the window striker.