Wednesday, March 14, 2007
The trees behind our house are in blossom. They act like a sweetly perfumed magnet, attracting lorikeets and honeyeaters during the day, and enticing hungry bats by night. The chatter and screeching first drew my attention to the tree, which for the rest of the year is an unobtrusive part of the scenery. When I saw the lorikeets I knew I had to bring my camera out and try for a few shots. Their vivid colours seem to reflect their outrageous personalities. As I was photographing them they were quietly conversing with each other, a contrast to the loud shrieks they use to convey outrage to interlopers. The green on their backs blends seamlessly with the trees, but they are so colourful from the front, that it's obvious camoflage is not an issue in the life of a rainbow lorikeet.
Their visit to our yard will only last a few weeks. When the blossoms are gone they too will depart. We'll spot them feasting in other yards, in other trees, but I'll miss their company while I am hanging out the laundry.