He came closer. I took some photos. He came closer still, to about two metres away from me. He also managed a pretty good call despite his full mouth. He seemed to call "around" the food morsel. Perhaps a trainee avian ventriloquist. I then realised that I was standing next to a sparse thin shrub in which was perched, about a metre off the ground, a fledgling Golden Whistler.
|I can see a lot of potential in the kid|
|"These things are just a food processor"|
I waited a few minutes and he was back with another meal but refused to approach the kid so I left them to it.
f8 and be there. Magic.
* Beware of Sticks