It’s better than yours.
Damn right, it’s better than yours. I could teach you, but I’d have to charge.
Or, alternatively, I could just tell you all about it.
My Dad and Step Mum have the most beautiful parrots in their yard each day. I’ve always watched enviously from their kitchen, sipping a hot cup of tea and looking out over their mostly-native Australian garden, with blossoms and green aplenty, to their bird feeder. It hosts a wide variety of lorikeet, rosella, king parrot, galah and the occasional cockatoo (which they can keep, thank you). For my birthday eighteen months ago, they bought me a bird feeder. There are so many parrots in our area, I hear them every day and see them flying over our block. I longed for them to be in my yard. So I began putting out seed and waited (im)patiently for the birds to come. Continue reading