Little Snag is the youngest of the Pied Butcherbird family that call around to our house for feeding. He (most likely a boy, because he’s already bigger than his mother) is still clad in the grey-and-brown of a very young bird.
His older sibling, Sossidge, is now a dark brown/white juvenile. The adults are black and white.
Snag is quite clever at finding advantageous placements. He landed on the front gate, just as as Daddy, home from the shops, was opening it. You can’t miss a hungry little bird when he represents!
Here’s Snag making sure he’s not overlooked when Daddy climbs the stairs.
Did I mention he’s also very accurate at catching thrown food?
First, we met Acacia, ready by her power-pole.
She left, demonstrating why Brushtail Possums have that name.
Turning the corner, we met another little cutie.
And yet another was climbing a tree, a few yards further downhill.
We also met Mr Bare-Bum Bandicoot, who proved, yet again, impossible to photograph clearly.
We’ve had a few hot days, and tonight was still rather warm, so I d1dn’t do the Embankment + Agility thing. Daddy looked wrecked enough as it was.
We went home, where I had a long burst of Yard Zoomies (saved up from yesterday), a wash, some Nice Things, and a long sleep with my head on Daddy’s shoulder.
Because I am a kindly Dogg, I only slept across the middle two-thirds of the pillow area.
It was hot as hot! Daddy had to take Mum to a medical appointment, and he wasn’t going to hang around the waiting room, because everybody’s germs seem to LOVE him as a potential new home.
So, Daddy found a parking-spot nearby, but 36°C (97° F) in direct sunlight is a bit too much, even with a good book and some engrossingly-pompous music on the car stereo.
Fortunately, there was a nearby tree…
Daddy even had a good view down the road to where Mum was being poked and prodded.
He did, however, have to share his space with a rude crow.