After a little over a week away, I returned to find the empty nest of the Yellow-faced Honeyeaters swinging unattended in the breeze.
I’d been looking forward to seeing the growth and changing coloration of the two teenage young ones.
So had this been a very quick maturation, or Christmas dinner for some predator?
I hope it was the former — but I have to doubt it.
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