You imagine a nest is more likely found in the seclusion and security of the uppermost branches and so you make your way delicately ever higher, from limb to slimmer limb, this way and that as tree allows. Where at first you could walk upright, you need now to crouch for balance, and you are forced to use your hands to steady yourself more, still more, until you dare go no higher and the sky is visible through the dancing tips above.
Looking down through the full height of the crown, the ground is now nowhere to be seen, just layers of forking branches, silvery berries and the gentle rolling of the leaves.
And then a sound. A strange call, a chirruping - and near at hand. You look round to see an odd structure close by your face, a blend of twig, leaf and earth. A nest! Your heart leaps at the thought of food. Leaning out just a little you are able to see into a hollow space, and there within a clutch of elongated eggs, sky blue speckled with purples.
The call again, a rush of air and the branch above you dips a little under the weight of a slight, scaly creature. It grips the branch with a pair of tongue-like feet, another pair tucked up beneath iridescent wings. Eyestalks swivel to observe, glittering in the light.
Aim to scare the creature away Blog One
Make an attempt to capture it Blog One Blog Two
Reach in to gather the eggs Blog One Blog Two
Opt instead for the berries Blog One Blog Two
Return to the resting place Blog One Blog Two
Climb down to the base Blog One Blog Two