Morning folks, hope everyone is well.
Daniel - [b)]

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That's certainly a picture of Australia that we don't hear in the UK, but an interesting balance to the idealised image normally presented. Yeah, I guess there has to be a reason so many Australians come to live in the UK, eh.
Rob, I am in need of your bird-watching experience, and I'm talking about the feathered variety rather than the boobish kind.
I've been feeding birds on the field at the back of my house for quite some months now, because we get a lot of split bags of nuts and dried fruit at work - the birds are so used to this now that as soon as I open the back door they come flying in and sit on the garden fences waiting for me to get done throwing all the brazils, almonds, hazelnuts, walnuts, pecans, apricots, sultanas and raisins out, it's kind of hilarious how bold they are.
Mostly it's crows, magpies, seagulls and starlings that feed on the stuff (so funny to watch crows picking up three or four brazil nuts at a time in their beaks and flying off with them, presumably they must have stashes somewhere), but a few days ago as I was standing at my bedroom window watching them feed, I was startled to see these tiny little strangely-marked birds alight on the ash tree in the garden. They only stayed for a minute or so, but I was struck by the vivid red ring around their faces, and what seemed like smudges of pink on their breasts? Amazing little things, about the size of finches I guess, but I've never seen anything like them before. Any idea what they might be?
A couple of days this week I've noticed a Red Kite hovering over the field - they're a common site in my town these days, so successful has the breeding programme been - but I have a feeling I'd have to throw out meat to attract him down. Not sure I can face handling the stuff now I'm a vegan.

Ice, you were the one most tender with the rivers.
You, the roof of the waves, layer after layer after layer ...