© Christine Davies
At my new home near the Blue Mountains National Park, 21 years ago, I put a birdbath in front of a glass door where I could look out and began replacing most of the garden’s exotic plants with local native plants. Magpies, currawongs, rosellas, bowerbirds and others came to drink or bathe. As the native garden matured, little bush birds began to arrive. Continue reading “The Birdbath”