Twenty four hours late but breakfast outside this morning, listening to the birdsong and enjoying the sun. One song was missing though. King Blackbird, who used to sit on my roof and sing his heart out, has died overnight. He must have hit one of my windows and had spent the afternoon/evening amongst my flowers looking sick. I found him this morning.
A healthy breakfast. Sorry about the loss of your blackbird. We have had strong winds here for a couple of days and I haven't seen our regular kookaburras for two days. Hope they haven't been lost in the storms
