African Olive

Hi All.

I was woken predawn at Avoca Beach NSW on Sunday by a remarkable chorus of contented whistles, chortles, clicks, snaps, rasps, hiccups, short songs and other bird noises emanating from a huge old African Olive outside the bedroom window. It was laden with small fruit, unripened green and ripe black.

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