Pretty Boy in the Pine Tree.

Amid the loud twittering of birds in the front garden this afternoon I could hear the distinct sound of my shy little visitors, a pair of Eastern Rosellas, who drop by occasionally, usually around mid afternoon, to investigate the grevillia tree.

Today they were in the branches of the pine tree, a little further away from me than the grevillia, so I was able to take a few photos without them being so jumpy.

I love this big pine tree. We didn't plant it, it just started to grow one day and is now quite a tall tree. I think this tree was a gift from the birds. :)