A rare treat

When I was little we used to go to the Bunya Mountains regularly. This was back in the good old days; when winter was cold and foggy and there was nothing nicer than curling up in front of the open fire at Rice's cabins and you could feed the birds with abandon. I have pictures of me covered in King Parrots and Crimson Rosellas (in my attractive duffel coat and 80's tracksuits...gotta love the 80's!). I loved feeding the birds when I was little, and feeding them still gives me a thrill today. We are lucky enough to occasionally have King Parrots grace us with their presence, and this morning was one of those days! Armed with seed we always keep in stock, I was able to feed this gorgeous male kingy. No photos of me today (birdy had already flown off by the time the cameras were mobilised but wouldn't have been a pretty sight anyway in my jammies and my wild and woolly hair) but twas a lovely start to the day.

My talented daddy dearest took this pic - was after he had eaten all the sunflower seed in my hands and had decided to sulk about the fact the only remaining seed was 'healthy' seed...

xxx