Author Gary Taylor ◦
The definition of mental anguish 😄 — I was doing one of my favourite local Midwest WA road trips, taking the gravel back roads where you can pull over anywhere you like to snap a few pics. The bush out here is awesome and I’d stopped near a thick patch of Grevillea leucopteris and Calothamnus quadrifidus (One-sided Bottlebrush) to see what was about.
Straight up I came across a family of Variegated Fairywrens, Mum, Dad and a few kids… and being inquisitive of me too… flitting around, getting closer, checking me out.
Then a Sacred Kingfisher, so sleek and shiny that he looked like he was using product (instantly I have Jimmy Buffet singin’ “Pencil thin moustache” in my head…”Bryl-cream, a litle dab’ll do ya… Oh I could do some cruisin too…“), landed in one of the taller Grevilleas to check me out too… I figured he probably wouldn’t hang around like the wrens would so I snapped a quick pic and then suddenly “Beep Beep Beep” from the camera and it shut down!
What??? I flicked the screen open and tried turning it back on… “Battery is exhausted”.
WHAT?!! We’ve only just started! You’ve only taken one pic, how can you be exhausted??? 😅 I have no idea why it hadn’t charged up but I was gutted, and the birds all seemed to know.
The wrens danced around me singing “I am the Lord of the dance said he…” A couple of Crested bronze wings nearby laughed and started doing the Macarena and the Kingfisher broke into a Riverdance style Irish jig just to rub it in…
Okay, I might have embellished that last bit just a tad but that’s how it seemed 😆
