Along with the silvereyes a little honeyeater has taken up residence in the garden. He flits from tree to tree -- wings beating, poking his long thin bill hungrily into blossoms. He's been eluding me, zipping over to the neighbour's trees whenever I get close, flashing back to the cherry at the top of the garden while leaving me lumbering around the bottom garden, flying high in the trees when I am on the ground, flying low when I was in the house trying to catch him in the canopy. I decided to hang around the middle of the garden and struck it lucky at last.
Photo: Eastern Spinebill in crab apple tree, my garden
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