Birds in Hand
We have had over 300 mm of rains in a week. The place is coming alive. Recovering from a desperate situation after a usual dry Winter, an unusual dry Spring and very late Summer rains. Usually, a lot of birds would have gone from our place by now. We have wildlife (in a plural sense) come to feed, mate and raise their youngs in Winter. They usually leave around end of Spring. But this time, the Spring rains were very poor and Summer rains were late by some 8 weeks, many birds are staying on. We keep on feeding them too.
[A family of king parrots feeding. The red head in front is the father, next in the middle is his daughter, the mother looks on from the top.]
[A king parrot sharing feed with a bunch of rainbow lorikeets, they sprang up at the sound of camera clicking.]
[birds in hand. ;-) - literally. ]
[A lovely flood -- after some 8 months of dry and draught conditions. A flood is very welcome!]
Living 'in the bush' (in rural area) where 'modcons' (modern conveniences: water, electricity, phone,...) are poorly and costly provided, has its charm and beautiful moments. Wild birds are lovely to see (and are useful fertilizing agents). Many birds have given us a gift of trust and would perch on our hands and feed from our hands. These are moments we enjoy. Moments of interspecies interactions in harmony.