We arrived one morning and scanned about the nest. No adult flying in, but that could have been normal. So. We waited. Time, did go by. About an hour infact before we both acknowledged that they were no longer tending the nest.
A quick look around the nearby trees, did not find any sign of young, nor of either adult.
We crossed over the small depression that acted as a water overflow in flood, and looked further down the forest.
Finally, a flash of blue in one of the tallest of the River Red Gums.
And, way, way, way up high was a smaller golden and blue bird. They had managed to get at least one off.
Much too high for good photos, so we went back to waiting.

The time between feeds stretched out to from 20 to 30 minutes. There was no need for the little bird to fly down, and so, it didn’t.

The long wait between food could have been explained if there was at least one other young one somewhere, but look as we might. To no avail.

A call from one of the adults and the little one zipped out of the tree and across to where the food was waiting. Then suitably stocked up, it flew further down the forest, and we followed.
This time is was a little above head height and we held back to see if it would be fed.

It amused itself by preening and trying to manipulate a stick it had broken from the branch.
Eventually Dad returned with a morsel and things seemed to be going well.

We left, still wondering after all those food supplies that went into the nest, if there might not be more than one. A solution didn’t seem to be forth coming.

Here is a selection from several days on the wing.

Enjoy