And birds, a whole clutch of new species and new sounds have made their presence heard. The other morning in bed as I read my way through first breakfast I was startled by loud distressed birdcall. It came from the jacaranda tree behind the bedroom. Along with this almost human sound of anguish was another light hearted trill. Of course I had to get up and investigate and high up among the purple blooms I sighted a small peewee and a big yellow and white cockatoo. Peewee was determined to oust the much bigger cockatoo who in turn was calling mournfully for his mother.
I reckon he was someone's pet bird, escaped from his home base and now finding it hard to get on with the local riff raff, the small peewee who obviously regarded the jacaranda as his own personal larder.