Dirty Face!

The bellbird that occasionally sings in my garden was eating the scraps of an apple left by the blackbirds. His face was covered in pollen. There must be big flowers somewhere in his domain. Because the light was poor you can’t see the bright red of his eye.

When the sun shone it was warm, but the nor’wester coming down from the mountains was chilly. It was snowing up there. Sometimes the clouds thinned, revealing what was happening (see extra shot).