Some years ago two butcher birds introduced themselves. They watch our every move, love to help in the garden and pop by daily for chats. They have introduced several generations of their offspring to us. All have definite personalities. The one above we called Charlie.
Charlie loved a hole in the shade cloth and would peer through, play around it and at times fly through. Charlie was cheeky, enthusiastic and also the chaser who called alert and loved to harass the ravens and friar birds.
Sadly Charlie has disappeared, we hope to raise a family somewhere safe. We miss his antics and his company. There is another juvenile currently taking his place,however, as its feathers are now darkening the time is near to setting out in search for a partner.
This week there was a great kerfuffle in the bush behind the house. The butcher birds have a nest and all indications are that the young have hatched. Since this ruckus our first butcher bird friend has not visited. Lately two have come with wounds. Predators seem fiercer and more prevalent this year so we are fearing the worst, saddened too, by the harsh reality of nature but even more grateful for the opportunity to have been befriended by and to be able to observe the life around us