On a windless day, a rustle in the plane tree on the verge…

..hmmm, the frangipani still has some buds and blooms…

..but the Tibouchina’s showing signs of an imminent purple explosion…

..and there’s that familiar plop followed by those chatty squawky squeaks…

..which can only mean one thing…

..I know you’re in there…

Aha!

And who do you think’s going to clean up your Autumn feasting mess?

That’s your problem; I’m eating!