Carl found this young lorikeet with its tail feathers missing and he and Anne and Darius are looking after it until it can fly again. He (or she) is rather nervous of everyone except Carl and likes having his neck scratched. He spends most of his time in a big cage in a tree in the garden, which is just as well, because Took the Terrier and one of the local currawongs (they're a bit like magpies) don't seem to have his best interests at heart. We heard the other day that there used to be a far greater variety of bids, particularly small ones, in Sandy Beach until the currawongs moved in and started killing them. Still, this small bird seems to have struck lucky.
