Even when I feel like they’re laughing at me rather than with me – particularly when I’m slogging away on a hot summer morning run (I try not to take it personally when a whole bunch of them seem to get hysterical every time I pass through their morning breakfast route).
This is a photograph of one my sister took on a mid afternoon stroll this Labour Day Weekend. They’re brave birds but this one looked straight at Mayunka as if to have her photo taken.
For all the bird lovers – I thought you’d like this one!
So, as it’s the infamous Hump Day today, my mind is (naturally) wandering about 90% of the time.
I thought I’d try my hand at the telepathic prowess we all supposedly harbour with the bird sitting on my ledge. After five minutes of trying to say hello through my supposedly magnificent brain nerves, the parrot came and left a nice “present” on the window pane of my office.
I can either take this as:
1. Mr/Miss (because I’m not promoting gender bias here) heard me and gave me his/her version of a greeting,
2. I need to work on my telepathic skills and his/her present has absolutely nothing to do with me on a personal level …
Apparently I’ve been channelling Snow White on my walks lately. I swear, every time I step out my door, there is a hoard of wildlife following my every move, not that I’m complaining – unless it’s crocodiles, poisonous spiders and/or venomous snakes.
I had a wild rabbit, Cockatoo, neighbourhood cat, Galah, and various other friendlies watching and mimicking my every move on Friday during my afternoon stroll. There were even some suspicious garden gnomes nicknamed the Seven Dwarfs eyebrow raising-ly closer than usual and I didn’t even have to sing. I know right, bizarre.