There were Birds in the Trees

Crested Barbet looking for lunch.

The only thing that really concerns me about moving away from our present home, is that I’ll miss the prolific bird life we enjoy here. It probably has something to do with the very old, established trees we have here.  We’re moving to a plot that cannot boast a single tree or even a respectable shrub and it will be a while before we can get a garden really established.  We have to hope that the beautiful trees in the park immediately beyond our boundary wall will make up for dearth of greenery when we first move in.

Here is a record of just one afternoon’s activity in our Dunkeld garden.

Little White Eye enjoying afternoon (Rooibos) tea. They have a very effective ‘queuing’ system, stacking up in the tree above like planes waiting to land at Heathrow.

Burchell’s Coucal enjoying a sunny spot.

Southern Boubou has only appeared in the last few years.

Bulbuls sharing a fruit salad.

It’s hardly surprising we called this house “Birdsong.”