Sorry about your tits. Liz!

Perhaps I could cheer you up with the rainbow lorikeets who were feasting on the Grevillea blossoms outside the room where I was staying while teaching mapping last week. Or the kookaburras that sat on the mast over the verandah, begging bits of sausage for breakfast. They had it all over the magpies in the success stakes but I preferred the magpies' carolling; liquid song!

Cheers, Rowan