Summer evenings on the deck mean white wine for us and cheese for the Drongos. They are so persistent, and so obsessed with dairy, that we just call them cheesebirds. This year a Butcher bird has joined the fray.
We keep a block of cheese in the bar fridge upstairs and break off small pieces for the Drongos, which they will eat straight out of your hand. The Butcher bird doesn’t quite get cheese etiquette. . . or maybe he’s just a lot smarter than the Drongos.
Eyes small bit of cheese . . .
Eats small bit of cheese. . .
Small bit of cheese next to big block of cheese. . .
Why eat small bit of cheese. . .
When you can eat big block of cheese?
Makes me quite homesick – in a recently sweltering UK. It was more than 30degrees in London last weekend and I actually got a bit sunburnt on a UK beach in October – I kid you not. Who says that there’s no climate change?
Hope you are having fun catching up with the family. Summer’s trying to start here but it’s a bit hit and miss. Yesterday was fantastic, this morning is grey, cloudy and freezing. The boys go back to school on Monday and it’s time for summer uniform, they are not keen on those tiny shorts in the cold!
Very sobering. Don’t like that this is in your backyard, too.