It’s almost the end of May, and the village of Blackheath in the Blue Mountains is looking its best. Tourists are enjoying the colourful foliage in Wentworth Street.
Even the shaded little maple tree growing above the satin bowerbird’s lair is changing colour. What a fantastic location that fellow chose.
He thinks it might be the right time to invite a certain lady to dinner. A last fling before winter cools the air, so to speak. As to the menu, well what about shredded chicken breast as a main? Tinned of course and well past the use-by, but never mind. Uber Eats hasn’t made it to Blackheath yet.
A bit more work on the floor might be a good idea. It’s quite an open weave carpet. Stolen yellow feathers from the crest of a cockatoo are pretty stylish with the prevailing blue.. Don’t worry, that giant white vandal of the skies still has plenty left.
A bit of spittle is required to clean a mark off a wall.
So did the chosen lady turn up for her special evening? She certainly did! And after being presented with a stunning bouquet she stepped straight into the boudoir…. even before an aperitif or a canape. Good grief; that is what a dashingly handsome chap can achieve without even trying. The violet eye has it!
It would be best to draw the curtain now. Let’s simply say that after a MOST romantic interlude, there was a fond farewell.
What is the moral of this story? Very good question. For one thing, there was no need for our hero to use crappy old tinned food in an effort impress a maiden. Just turf it out mate!
Yes, autumn is just as life enhancing in the world of satin bowerbirds as spring, especially under a canopy of Japanese maple.