The one musketeer
After I snapped him, he slipped his noggin under his wing and went to sleep.
I felt a bit sorry for the poor thing, as there was a lot of tourists filing through, and on the south-west coast of Australia he was a long way from his native east and south-east coast.
(No, he wasn't tied to the stick with wire - the stick was tied with wire to a supporting post).
Labels: Musk Lorikeet