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My new friends

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My new friends

I’m really enjoying living further out in the Australian bush. It’s an ideal location, not quite rural, but far away enough to feel you’ve left the city behind. It’s tranquil, but I wouldn’t say serene. No, in fact, you are never quite alone out here, thanks to my new friends. Not that I mind a bit! The native parrots may be demanding when it comes to being fed, but they certainly are entertaining and beautiful to have around. I’ve captured a little for you to see what I mean.


“I know you are there, I can see you! Hey, look at me, it’s important, the food bowl is empty!”

By the way, that fake owl he is sitting on is sold here as a bird deterrent. The previous owners must have been a bit disappointed with it’s performance! 🙂

“Finally! Hey everyone, FOOD!”

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Beautiful, aren’t they?  From left to right there’s a Brown Cuckoo-Dove, Rosellas and a King Parrot. The big white bird in the other photos is a Cockatoo. Both the Cockatoos and the King Parrots are often friendly enough to eat out of your hand.

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Moves to stop the dance floor

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Moves to stop the dance floor

Master10 went to his first disco at the new school last night. When MrZ heard this was happening he became quite animated; there is always a lot of mucking around and banter between those two to my great entertainment. Insisting that he has some great dance moves that Master10 must absolutely learn MrZ jumped up to demonstrate “start the mower” and “feed the chickens”. Before too long the two of them were dancing about the living room ridiculously as I looked on, both laughing and cringing at the same time.

Master10 went to the disco with a friend and when he arrived back home we questioned him as to how it went, MrZ asking specifically if he had stopped the floor with his new found dance moves. Yes, he’d showed them, Master10 told us after a moments hesitation, all the boys caught on quickly and were doing it all around the dance floor. This sent MrZ into fits of delight and self satisfaction that he had in some way influenced the entire event. I was watching Master10’s face however and realised there was something more to the story. 

At my promoting Master10 elaborated, they had, um, interpreted the feed the chicken move in a bit of a ‘bad’ way he admitted, going a bit red. MrZ was oblivious, still enjoying his win and self congratulating. What did he mean by bad way, I asked, as it started to dawn on me where this was going. Master10 stood up to demonstrate the feed the chicken move, modified slightly to become something quite obscene (or a back and forth hand motion in front of his crotch). I watched in horror for a moment, which quickly turned to delight as MrZ’s laughter trailed off to silence as he raised what had happened. It was my turn to laugh animatedly, mostly at MrZ’s sheepish face, “Oh yeah, you influenced the whole disco for sure, and I bet the parents and teachers just LOVE you!”