ALL MY VESSELS RUNNETH OVER

No, I shant use that tedious, overworked four-lettered “b” word. You all know what I mean.

Actually, I had a some help this morning – having allowed the dishes to pile up (rinsed and very neatly stacked!), I poured another cup of coffee an opened yesterday’s paper…when The Man said: “I’ll do the dishes.”

AND HE DID. ALL OF THEM! Anyone care to throw me some money for further research into telepathy…?

But please don’t think I sat on my tuffet with a newspaper all morning. Oh, no! I’ve pruned more branches from the footpath, hauled same to the tip, mowed the street strip, searched unsuccessfully for my Robert Frost (I’ll have to Google the bit I need) and given some thought to dinner.

Ylang-ylang Canangra odorata above the front steps

And while I was waiting for something else to load, I whizzed over to Wiki to see what it had to say about the Ylang-ylang seeds. What it has to say is that just about all the frugivorous pigeons eat these seeds:

Its fruit are an important food item for birds, such as the Collared Imperial-pigeon,Purple-tailed Imperial-pigeon, Zoe’s Imperial-pigeon, Superb Fruit-dove, Pink-spotted Fruit-dove, Coroneted Fruit-dove, Orange-bellied Fruit-dove, andWompoo Fruit-dove (Frith et al.1976).

And what I have to say is that so does everything else that can reach them! I’ve seen a medley of fig birds, and various honey eaters up there during the day and at night I hear bats and possums swishing and stomping and rattling seeds and twigs. It’s like having Xavier Cugat on the roof!

I suppose I should organise some lunch before I pick up my lino blades…I’ve fished out an old sketch of Jamaican Jimmy and , if I do him justice, I’ll post the result.

Hmm… a couple of cats seem to think it’s lunchtime, too!