Whistle What's Up?

The Southern emu-wren has covered a short distance from the scene of the washing.

It lands on a prickly tree.

There it thinks about what has just happened.

backpackmanflee! chirpwhistle!

moremans! onelittlemans

eyeseyes!

In other words, the Southern emu-wren, having been surprised by Kierkegaard at the back pack, flew off in a panic, but not before noticing Terence's eyes.

Presumably, the Smartie eyes, not his normal cement ones.

Another emu-wren lands on the prickle tree beside him.

chirpwhistlewhatsup?

littlemanseyes!!

chupsquee?

squeesqeeesquee!!

never!!

come and squee!!

In other words the second emu-wren doesn't believe it, so now they are going back to see.

Southern emu-wrens are weak fliers. They hop down from the prickle tree.

They run along together, like wee mice, through the low vegetation.

....

Meanwhile Terence is growing ever cleaner.

You can even see the gecko pattern on his shorts.

And his face looks a lot fresher.

But his cement curls are still filthy, with the Smarties in situ.

Now sit in the sun while you dry, says Gaius. There's a sunny spot.

I'll sit with you, says Lily. You and your parrot.

Alexander-Red-Hook is happy to be included.

Paloma continues planting seedlings.

Gaius and Kierkegaard walk back through the gap in the bulrushes.

Have they forgotten that the emu-wren might come back?

No. They are going to get Gaius's binoculars and then find a good place to hide.

One where they might sit upon something, while waiting.

.....

The two emu-wrens peer through the low vegetation.

littlemans!

eyesno!

spider!

squeesqueeget!

Oh no! They have spotted Alexander-Red-Hook. And they think she's a spider.