On a wet and windy night , our resident Sunbird , esconced in its newly built nest on the clothesline on the back veranda ,was tossed about like a sailor in the crow's nest of a sailing ship rounding the dangerous Cape of Good Hope in a tempest .
Cane toads, perhaps escapees from a pub which runs cane toad races for punters, were heard croaking neurotically above the sound of rain belting down on the roof .
Add to this the rattle of the nearby wind chime dangerously swinging about . As could be expected , the Sunbird was frazzled after a night of rock and rolling . It emerged bleary eyed at sunrise from the nest to find the hood over the entrance had drooped, some of the building material had been blown away ,see below .
