Oh what a lovely surprise, there he was sitting happily on a branch of the dead tree in our front garden. I have dreamed of seeing one but never thought I would because I couldn’t see I’d ever be near water in the bush where they are supposedly found. Yet there he was! He flew down three times to eat insects off the grass, then flew over to have a bath in the shallow dish. He’d launch himself at it, crashing in, sliding along the bottom getting covered in water, then up and out onto the little twig nearby to preen himself. Then after half a dozen crash-dives and more preening, spreading his beautiful blue wings and wriggling his short tail, he was off over the road.
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