I see these two sitting, taking in the sights almost every day.
They look and primp and preen their feathers then turn to one another and chirp and twitter.
I just know they are having a good old gossip.
Every day they are there. It’s a ritual, like two old human friends meeting in the park to read the paper and share a flask of tea.
I often wonder what they chirp about.
Did you see that collared dove?
Oh yeah. She’s put on a lot of weight. She acts all hoity toity with that long tail of hers but you just know she’s eating bread out of the bins when no one’s looking.
What about that old cockatoo?
Sunflower seeds everywhere. Such a messy eater. I tell you, it’s a disgrace. You should see the state of his nest.
Do you think that magpie needs an intervention?
Looks like it. He steals sweet wrappers, hairclips, shiny paper. They say he’s a hoarder.
Makes me think that birds really aren’t all that different from us.