Before my father went off to the oldie-home one of his greatest daily joys was to sit and wonder at the birdlife which gravitated to my parent’s courtyard and grounds.
He could sit in the sunroom and look out at these cheery little things digging into the bird feeder in the courtyard. Doesn’t mum keep her windows clean!! This is a Kookaburra (though it might be a Kingfisher… it was a wet day); he sat on the fence watching those little birdies on their feeder – he was probably wondering if he could fit one in his mouth. When he flew onto the outdoor furniture for a closer look the little birds flew away. I took this from the kitchen through another clean piece of glass!
And from his bedroom dad could watch these purple waterbirds as they played in the creek. These were dad’s favourite and we had a photo framed to hang on the wall in the nursing home. From his window now he doesn’t see any birdlife, or any sort of life actually, but he told me he heard a Butcher bird singing one morning. And then outside I came across a cute fluffy baby! I didn’t realize how big their feet are until this shot:
In the Kookaburra photo you may have noticed orange disks along the side of the table – these are not fancy decoration but rather some funky fungus.
As I went outside to get a closer look my mother shouted “now don’t go out there knocking them off” ….. in her mind I’m still a destructive 5 year old!