Pied Butcher Bird

We were up early to watch the FI.

It started raining ‘Queensland style’ and a baby Pied Butcher Bird came and sat on the balcony railing. It looked wet and bedraggled and was crying out for its mum.

The Sparrow was saying “poor little thing” and the Silverback was taking photos.

“Use yer flash!” Sez I, “that’ll scare it off!”
“I’m not sure I want to scare it off” came the reply.

I don't understand why humans go for indecision as an option.
Act don’t think! That’s my motto!

So. I jumped up at the window and it flew off into the rain. “Problem solved” thinks I.

Now, what’s fer breakfast?