The birds love my garden, and I do love them, when they stick to the natives that I need help clipping and not the apple trees! I have put the nets up now, and so far so good, they havent found a way in but still stick around

I dont really enjoy photography which is a shame as there are so many beautiful plants and animals here that would be easy to show off.
There are powerlines over head and the wild birds seem to line up on them to watch me in the garden. One day I will put a list here of those I see daily. It is quite funny when the pink and greys (galahs) come, because they play and cause a ruckus, they definitely have a sense of humour. I don't see that big flock as much as I used to because the lot across the road got developed from a grassy patch to a parking lot. I have seen them more lately since harvest started as they are grabbing the grain off the side of the road. There is a magpie family with a baby that lives about 200m away in the big gum trees. I have been swooped a few times by them but nothing more than warning shots, and now they are teaching their baby to fly, they bring it down into my yard and around the trees before going back to the big gums. I hear it most days around this time squarking from the powerlines as mumma leaves it to fly back to the tree. It is just about time for the black cockatoos to signal sunset, I love the sound of them but there are less and less in that flock each year

they are endemic to the area but some ignorant farmers shoot them as they disagree that they are endangered because "there are plenty on my farm!". There are only plenty on the farms because they get an easy feed and their habitat is still shrinking despite what we know about the need for bushland areas. It does amuse me that those particular farmers are out smarted by bird brains year after year.
I am so pleased with my soil. Usually at this time of year the black sand forms a hard crust and everything just runs off it. Not this year. The soil under the trees on the west side, the grape vine and near the pond is just soaking up the water at in incredible rate. I have left the hose on for now near the pond for the ducks to play with while it waters. They grab the grubs that come up, pooping and splashing as the water soaks into the ground. The garden certainly looks a mess, but I am really so pleased with the visible improvement in the soil.
Now it is sunset and time to put the ducks to bed, feed the buns and settle back in for another lovely Saturday night on the sofa with my crochet
