Spring Backyard Visitors.

G'Day,
These are the last lot of pictures I took around the back yard here . Just to prove that spring is indeed on the way. Yay!.



These are the perfumey primroses I bought for the back table.





The Prunus tree is in flower.
And who ever Daphne was she must have been good to have this lovely flower named after her.















Close up of same.














Even Rufus is taking his time to smell the first daffodil in bloom.














The Ranaculas are unfurling, in white.














And Orange, there is a red one and a yellow also on the back table. Little pots of colour.














Now the puter is underling everything, and I can't make it go away. He he, so I will just continue.The next pic is a male eastern rosella. Isn't he pretty. I reckon this must be a young one from last season as the others around have paired up with females and this one was with a group of males. The pic is fuzzy because it was too bright looking in the direction of the feeding table.

You will need to enlarge this one. They are a little wary compared to some of our other visitors.

Hey look the underlining has gone. What did I do?Anyway this is a Galah. They are frequent visitors to our yard. And spend time with our Galah cheeky wondering why he can't come and play with them and ogling his seed dish. Two male rosellas are below him, you can see them a bit better here. There are a couple of top knot pigeons there too. Or crested pigeons if you prefer to call them that. They are common just about everywhere .














This is a sulphur crested cockatoo. He is looking at the feeding station and probably saying" Hey! she just filled this up, I better see what I can do about that". Or, "Take this bloody lid off so I can get inside!"














The arrangement of little plants I got for the back table.




























My kitchen window. My reflection.














Here is a small flock of Galahs having a picnic in the back yard. Their other name is the rose breasted cockatoo. The boys have black eyes (from fighting) and the girls have red eyes or irises (from crying). Now I am being silly. The pink colour on their chests gets darker as they age, the pink on the younger ones is a more dusty colour.














Same birdies. Right into it. But...














Don't sneak up too close or they......
Goodness me I am having fun tonight. I have just spent 5 minutes trying to get that picture of the Daphne to go in the right place. No luck there.
O.K. goodnight, I give up.
Love Linda.