.....this morning. As it was about 6 a.m. on Sunday morning, SHE thought SHE'd better do something about the noise if we still want the neighbours to like us.
It was a little bird, just outside the gate.
It was fluttering frantically.
Bella came to check it out, as well.
SHE gently picked it up....
And placed it on the grass beside a tree, but it died a little later.
We looked it up in the bird book and think it's a kind of Honeyeater.
Birds in books never seem to look like the ones you find.
RIP little birdie.