At the Bird Feeder.....

There is always someone visiting the bird feeder.

This is a Butcher Bird, so called because they feed mostly on small lizards, bugs etc.  When they catch a lizard, or as we watched one day, a mouse, the bird firmly holds the prey in its bill and whacks the lizard onto a tree branch until dead, then skewers it to a thorn or in the fork of a tree to cure....nice.    In its favour, Butcher Birds have the most melodic song.  

The rain is pouring down and tucked up under the eaves 

are a pair of Rainbow Lorikeets.   I call them the bully boys of the backyard.  Nothing

is too big or too loud for them to challenge.