By Helen Hagemann
A brilliant blue rising from a bronze morning
and Brown Honeyeaters are circling the garden.
Today, they are in the olive tree in my neighbour’s
yard, performing aerial songs (although it’s more a short
sharp, tweep!). Before spring, I counted two regular
visitors to our horticulture of Canna lilies, Yellow
Bird-of-Paradise, Grevillea, Frangipani, now there are
four! As if in concert, they dance, plunging to and fro.
It’s balletic, reminding you of Rudolf Nureyev and Dame
Margot Fontein in Romeo and Juliet. One of the
fledgelings is as graceful as Maria Kochetkova, a
Giselle fluttering her wings, thin as the veil of a tutu.
There’s fussing from parents, followed by a preen on
brick wall and hedge, a bird commotion of tutelage.
The best is their closeness, high in the branches, and now
that the young are fed and sleepy, the show has stopped.