Well it’s not that I have a lot to say (Shut.Up. All who know me!) But I can’t just keep posting bird-y updates on a previous entry, can I? Can I?
The sunbirds…oh! dear! I came home from Friday’s lovely lunch (with a group of friends, to celebrate my millstone milestone), to find the wretched nest on the deck again.
This time, things were not so hopeful. The sole egg was broken and the nest had been ripped. Sad. But…nature, red in tooth and claw. Other species have babies to feed, too.
But I retrieved the body of the nest and re-attached it, this time much higher (bird, are you taking note! I, not a lover of high places, climbed onto a table), affixing it to one of the anchor points of the shade sales. There was/is a possibility the birds may do a little Martha Stewart renovating. So far, they have not. But they are not afflicted with the human “grief syndrome” so they will either re-vamp this one or build a new nest and start again. It’s all about sex, people. And that is all about survival of the species. Give up…and your niche will be taken.
Rewind…back to the first episode of this drama. I did take some photos, but they were rubbish. Yes, the photographer probably also falls into that category! But, at the time, my main concern was for the birds, so I took the photos from INSIDE. No, I do not have any to show you. Do you really think I want the world to see the disgusting state of my kitchen windows/screens?
Seriously…by the time I’d “fixed” the problem the wind had whipped up and the nest was twirling around like some demented cheerleader’s baton. And the screens are filthy. So the resulting pics were, in a word, crap.*
But the birds are still twittering about out there. If you have a Twitter account you may hear from them…
Spent 2 hours this morning hacking into the jungle that once was wisteria. I’d tell you more, but I have a terrible headache from the resulting DAYLIGHT that now streams through the open space.
Here are a couple of garden shots as compensation. The last of the jasmines (Trachelospermum jasminoides) is all but finished, but I did catch a shot or several…
Last of the Mohicans. Jasminum Mohicanii? Oh! Never mind…I’m just being silly!
But I was glad of its fragrance as I chopped up the bits of pruned Weed Tree, which stinks!
(Mostly beetle, moth, gecko crap.)