A few weeks ago in the midst of this ‘nesting’ (Amy’s lovely new word instead of ‘lockdown’) experience, I had a visitor who arrived with great fanfare…and by the back door I might add. His arrival was noisy and I could feel a little distress, so on going out onto my balcony I was confronted (and I use that word deliberately), by the most beautiful bird I have ever seen. And he let me know it by coming straight to me and asking the question…food, wheres the food?

We had had a storm the previous night so I can only assume he had escaped from his cage and decided out here was much more to his liking. And as he had been captive bred he didn’t have a clue how to fend for himself. So I could not see him starve.

I could see on his leg a breeders band so he obviously wasn’t afraid of us humans but I got such strange looks because I didn’t have in my hands said food. So I went in and retrieved some bread and honey as he is a Rainbow Lorikeet even though I have never ever seen these magnificent colors before, and they are a pollen and nectar feeder. And it wasn’t until later that I learned that honey as a food is an absolute no, no. It is the equivalent to letting a child into a lolly shop with lots of money. You are returned with a very sick child…who will then do it again at every chance you give it. They have a brush like tongue to get among the nectar producing flowers to eat the nectar and pollen within them, and eating honey (or seeds) is actually bad for their digestive system and the seeds can actually damage and destroy that ‘brush’.

Well before you knew it he had ‘moved in’ and took over the place. In that one action of feeding it, it now chose to alight on my railing each morning at 6am (and many other times throughout the day), screeching to be fed. They have a very distinct call (screech) that would not only awaken me but every neighbor within half a mile so he had me over a barrel as I had effectively told him I was the chef.

Well after two days of this, one morning I had forgotten some clean water so I went back inside and left the door open. Well, that’s an invitation isn’t it? He came straight in and landed on my shoulder to see where I was up to…is it ready yet? And his inquisitiveness was astounding. Everything within reach was chewed to be tested for food, fun or festivities.

The only time I saw him really come to a stop was when I went into the bathroom to grab some toothpaste one day and he saw his reflection in the mirror…he froze…then after a while a slow threat dance began to keep this intruder away from ‘his’ chef. It was so funny to watch but I thought I had better not do that. He was in a strange world as it was without another intruder.

And during all of this spirit wanted him to be always let outside for what I thought was to hopefully let him learn the ways of the wild and fend for himself. One day he never came back and spirit said he had gone to where he was needed and I could feel this ‘knowing’ of this young child and the beautiful gift that was going to see them through this enforced isolation with the virus which made me feel grateful. I only named him Erick after he left as he was a little magic for me also. Naming him before would have built a stronger connection and made it harder for him to settle in his new home.

So I shall show this young man in all his glory below, just click on the arrows either side of the images to go forward or back, or click on each of the dots below the pictures to go through the gallery. Please excuse the mess and I’m afraid, the blurry shots. He wouldn’t keep still (well, that’s my excuse anyway, plus my mobile phone isn’t a great shooter while you have this fellow bouncing from shoulder to head to keyboard. Amy, now I understand your difficulty in taking pictures of moving targets 😂 🤣 ) 😀 ❤️ 🙏🏽 🦋

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