Green Rosellas are actually considered quite drab here. Most people prefer their more dramatically colored cousin, the Eastern Rosella.
What I like best about Rosellas is how they fly swiftly (amazingly so) through the trees, calling to each other constantly. The pair that has been hanging around our place was making so much noise this morning that I went out to see what was wrong. Sure enough, there was a Brown Falcon flying over our pasture. I suspect this is why Rosellas rarely ever fly above the tree top. They only have birds of prey to fear, and fear them they do.
trying to get my usual shot of Albert stretched out in front of the window. But instead of staying in his usual state of repose he ran over to the camera, and when I sat up he climbed into my lap. I pointed this unusual behavior out to Imogen, and she replied, “of course he is, you got ‘apple breath’.” Which I did, having just eaten half an apple.
So, I went and cut a sliver from the remaining half and made Albert stand up on his back legs to get it. Which is the genesis of the following photos.
It’s all fun and games until your lousy old ally cat bites you on the head. Anyway, while she may have sharper teeth, I have opposable thumbs and have no problem using them to pose her with a stuffed snow man just to make her feel silly.
What an amazing image, keres! So cheering & lovely.
Thanks for sharing it!
Despite the fact of my current location in the tropics of the southeast US, I’ve yet to see such a dramatically colored bird.
Green Rosellas are actually considered quite drab here. Most people prefer their more dramatically colored cousin, the Eastern Rosella.
What I like best about Rosellas is how they fly swiftly (amazingly so) through the trees, calling to each other constantly. The pair that has been hanging around our place was making so much noise this morning that I went out to see what was wrong. Sure enough, there was a Brown Falcon flying over our pasture. I suspect this is why Rosellas rarely ever fly above the tree top. They only have birds of prey to fear, and fear them they do.
This photo is about life size.
The less colorful, but no less engaging, female Superb Fairy Wren. She and her partner appear to be nesting in a tree near the front of our house.
For those of you who have forgotten what the male Superb Fairy Wren looks like, he’s here.
I love this bird. He looks a lot like the Carolina Wren, which epitomizes the true meaning of the word “gay”. I love their happy song.
Yes, ‘gay’ suits them. Alas, Fairy Wrens don’t sing as much as they burr and chitter.
We do have two birds on our property with very lovely songs, the Olive Wistler and the Golden Wistler.
We also have the Palid Cookoo, which sounds like a beeping alarm clock and can be very annoying.
trying to get my usual shot of Albert stretched out in front of the window. But instead of staying in his usual state of repose he ran over to the camera, and when I sat up he climbed into my lap. I pointed this unusual behavior out to Imogen, and she replied, “of course he is, you got ‘apple breath’.” Which I did, having just eaten half an apple.
So, I went and cut a sliver from the remaining half and made Albert stand up on his back legs to get it. Which is the genesis of the following photos.
… Albert is, as always, the star.
Alas, Luna’s mothers are vegetarian, and there were no meat balls to go with her spaghetti.
the spaghetti is on the inside of her mouth.
She looks like she can’t quite figure out how to swallow it.
The Pack prefers their pasta with zukes and carrots.
This nasty little thing bit me on the head while I was asleep last night.
It’s all fun and games until your lousy old ally cat bites you on the head. Anyway, while she may have sharper teeth, I have opposable thumbs and have no problem using them to pose her with a stuffed snow man just to make her feel silly.
LOL
>’.'<
That snowman’s going down. The nose is going first.
Look at that face! I’m sure you did something to deserve that bite.
The real meaning of “catnip.”