Sunday, August 2, 2015

August 2. Day 214. Birds of a feather

It was supposed to be a quiet Sunday afternoon stroll in the park but someone forgot to send the noisy miners the memo. That lot live up to their name regularly and today was a special performance. As my ability to speak avian is very limited exactly what the issue was unclear. But it was a curious pattern. They would be sitting there all content and at peace with the world, seemingly enjoying each other's company. And then with no warning or apparent trigger it would be on: full throttle fighting. Of course such behaviour does happen in the human world. It's pretty much how siblings do things. They love each other dearly but the ability to ruffle each other's feathers is unrivaled. Oh the joy.

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