Thought you might enjoy a smile.
On one of the paddocks at the park, the rabbits have been digging holes to get to either the fresh shoots of the grass or the mushroom mycelium.
A large flock of Galahs also work over the same grass taking out the sweet (well I suppose it is to them) fresh grass.
If it was a golf-course there would be an outcry.
I was watching them fly in, work over an area and then take to wing to see what was available a few metres further on.
One had managed to find a deep divot, and was working away at the bottom, when its mate flew in to see what it had found.
Birds as Poetry —— Just because I WANDER doesn't mean I'm LOST 