We live (currently) on the Maroochy River.
3500+ rainbow lorikeets chirping their freaking heads off right now (and then again at dawn, or worse, if some damned local event has fireworks). You dare not walk along the river on the path now under the eucalypts - it rains, literally, and it is deafening.
after sunset, we watch the linear stream of flying foxes - thousands upon thousands - making their way across the river.
And then we have the Peli-bombers sitting on the streetlamps...yes, the car has been splot-bombed more than once while driving.
Today I had to park my work car under some trees. When I finished work, I was greated by half-eaten fruit, crap and piddle all over it.
What exactly was Les saying about shooting birds?