We’re often amazed about how Lamb Island’s various seed-eating birds seem to know when we put fresh goodies in our feeders. The trees around the house can be devoid of the usual suspects (galahs, sulphur-crested cockatoos, rainbow lorikeets, etc), but within moments of a feeder top-up, there’ll be a bunch of them hoeing into the latest offering. The guys above, however, had obviously popped in on spec, and seemed unimpressed by the fact that there was nothing on offer. But only momentarily, because we’ve been well-trained to think it’s our duty, so the seed came out pretty soon after I’d grabbed the shot.
