I have a pseudo-pet bird. He is actually wild, but seems to think that my back yard belongs to him, so he almost qualifies as a pet.
He is an Australian Eastern Honeyeater. He has brown speckles, darker on top than underneath, a sharp beak, and dangly red cheek baubles. He looks so like he is wearing earings that we call him an Earring-bird. He lives in a neighbours gum tree with his harem of three females. He is fiesty and aggressive, and so far neither of my cats has ever come close to making a meal out of him. He enjoys the nectar from the flowers of my gravillea, which he defends obstinately from pruning shears.
I call him Trojan, because he clearly imagines himself 12 feet tall.
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