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.
Showing posts with label Window Strikes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Window Strikes. Show all posts
09 October 2020
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.
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