Poor bowerbird Bert doesn’t have much luck wooing haughty Nanette. Even when his collection of offerings grows to include a marble and a mobile phone, she just wants “More, more, more.” Is he doomed to a life of solitude?
A snail shell, a silver bell,
The wrapper from a caramel,
Plus the pretty purple flower.
Now will you come inside my bower?
|Julia says ...|
I got the idea for this story from a programme by David Attenborough about bowerbirds and discovered how they collected enticing objects – and sometimes stole from one another.