April 2, 2016
I HAD no idea I needed a bird bath until some very dear friends decided I did. It took me a while to find the right spot, just outside my study window. There are trees, a barbed wire fence for the birds to sit on and contemplate the degree of difficulty of their next dive, and clear ground to check for approaching cats.
At first I couldn’t work out why the bath emptied so quickly. How could tiny sparrows and wrens drink that much water? It was only when I started taking photos that I realised where all the water was going.
I love the looks on the faces of the onlookers, especially the new Holland honeyeaters, which appear to live in a state of permanent astonishment. Now I don’t know how I lived for so many years without the pleasure of a bird bath.