The birds are getting used to seeing me at my dining room window watching them. The feeder is only a few feet away and I love to watch them as they’re feeding and walking over the limbs of the large liquidamber tree. Just yesterday, when working in the garden a couple of Rosellas sat in…
Tag: Crimson Rosella
Quarrelling Rosellas
The crimson rosellas have lots of juveniles out now. We see them in the garden on a regular basis. They love to quarrel over the feeder or any seed they spill on the ground. Below is an adult on the feeder and then two juveniles having a bit of a squabble over the feeder. They…
Crimson Rosella
Also at Grant’s Picnic Grounds are the Crimson Rosellas. Not as plentiful as the white cockatoos, there are still quite a few there and they hold their own and get plenty of feed from the tourists too. This one seemed to want to pose for me and wasn’t bothered about the seed on offer nearby.
Crimson Rosellas
These two were enjoying the grevillea in our garden recently. The adults are a vibrant red and blue but the juveniles have this patchwork of green, blue and red.
Crimson Rosella
One of the great things about having all these parks and grounds nearby is that I can always be sure of getting a shot of something. I visited Grant’s Picnic Grounds briefly on Friday last and got some close ups of different birds. This is a Crimson Rosella. This image is available for purchase at…
Crimson Rosella on Washing Line
It was pouring with rain a few days ago and I was thinking I’d not had the opportunity to go out with my camera. I decided to stick my nose out of the back door and risk going for a brief walk. But I didn’t have to leave my porch. Because only metres away from…
Also at Grant's
This Crimson Rosella was interested in what I might have for awhile but then decided the wooden post he was sitting on held more interest. One thing I need to do is find out how not to have the reds blowout so much. I’d like it to look much sharper.
Sprung!
Oh, oh, I’ve been sprung. Time to get out of here I think. Once he realised he was being watched, he flew off.
Yum, plum!
Think he’s really enjoying his stolen fruit!
Caught in the act!
I was outside one evening in the hope I might see some nocturnal life and returned to the backyard disappointed having seen nothing of interest. But then I could hear some cracking sounds and when I looked around the corner, there was a thief helping itself to our plums.