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I have a camera out there to record the vanity of the blackbirds that spend extraordinary amounts of time dancing and pecking at their own images in mirrors, clack-clack. But the blue items of the bower and stores of them under adjacent tree, are all taken away. Bowerbirds visit briefly, but winter (and some pruning) have reduced for now the privacy of the bower pavilion space.

Rattleberry has his eyes on the scene, this early morning.