Tuesday, September 8, 2009
I want his hair..
This guy cracks me up. He swoops down when I'm hanging out the washing, and then hangs around quite cheekily until I give him some bread (and then proceeds to eat it from the safety of our flagpole). Which is not really the right thing to do - he is native, and bread is not. However, I do appreciate his visits and my stand-up routine will only keep his attention for so long. Solution: buy native birdseed tomorrow.