![]() ![]() ![]() Like many other Australians who feed and befriend wild birds, Deb and Mike’s own nesting days are behind them. They call constantly until they get an answer.” Ms Golden moves to the edge of the seed tray and looks about before emitting yet another piercing cry. How will Epaulettes find his mate among all the others we can hear screeching and whistling across this leafy suburb? For that matter, how do birds in general – who seem to be forever touching down in pairs then hurtling off separately in opposite directions – ever find each other again? He’ll find her.”īut … how? The sky is so big, Ms Golden is so small, and rainbow lorikeets are now the most sighted bird in Australia’s urban backyards. But he’s probably just keeping dry somewhere. “She’s calling for Epaulettes,” says Deb, frowning. ![]() Moments later, a rain squall blows in from the sea, chilling the late-afternoon air and jostling the boughs of a nearby Norfolk pine. “She’s not going to eat yet because they always feed together,” says Deb. Waiting with them is Epaulettes’ mate, Ms Golden, who zoomed in 10 minutes ago and now stands on a hanging seed tray, scanning the sky for her companion. See all 12 stories.ĭeb and Mike are on the balcony of their third-floor apartment, waiting for a rainbow lorikeet they call Epaulettes. This story is part of the June 4 edition of Good Weekend. ![]()
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