It’s a quirky neighbourhood, this. At daybreak we’re often rudely awakened with a loud knocking on our patio glass doors: with a “ke-kah-ka-ee-ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha….” a cry so raucously loud, it sounds quite gutteral with glottal stop intonation. It’s “Nelson” attacking his reflection. As you will note that beck is thick and sturdy, and he attacks with gusto.
At times, when we spend periods away from home, we return to discover unexpected gifts – the regurgitated shells from molluscs foraged in the tidal zone (most often Top shells (Diloma sinensis).
One morning, i discovered the delicate vertebrae bones of a small snake laying discarded in a discreet pile. Scavengers that they are, snakes in their diet should not have come as a surprise. But now i tend to keep a wary eye out for his antics as he swoops in flying low, not totally trusting what the next deposit may entail.