Yesterday I heard a gentle tweeting in the garden below my veranda, and when I stopped, stood still and watched, I saw a little bird. It seemed either young, or not quite 100% as it was not fearful and allowed me to get within a metre of it, so of course, I took some photos. I think it was unwell, but there was little I could do to assist other than to lightly spray the nearby plants in case it was thirsty. I hope it survives.
It was an Eastern Spinebill , quite common in this area. They feed on insects or nectar from flowers, and in this instance it was among the Pentstemons where its long curved beak would enable it to feed easily from the long trumpet shaped flowers. This morning there was another one doing exactly that, but hovering in the air, like a Hummingbird, as it fed. I suspect it was a different one because it was so fit and agile in comparison to yesterday’s invalid.
Interesting to see one up close though, as a while ago I made a journal quilt from a photo but with artistic licence, changed its colours to suit my fabrics. The real bird is lovely.