Margaret is in the shower and I am in the bedroom applying sunscreen when I hear a flutter at the windowsill next to me. The window is open and I look over to see two Rainbow Lorikeets looking at me inquisitively.
“Hi!” I say to the visitors.
“Squak!” they say as they ruffle up their feathers and peer into my bedroom.
I run to the living room (Aussies call it the lounge), grab the camera, and slowly re-enter the bedroom to snap a few photos. I manage to take two quick shots before they decide that they’ve seen enough of me in my underwear and they take off to a neighboring rooftop.
You are sooo lucky. All we get here are unruly cats, racoons and skunks!
Living in NY, a person does get use to living near some “colorful” neighbors, but this is something else. What a wonderful thing. It must still seem like a bit of magic at every turn for you down there. That’s great.