From there they flew across in front of our balcony.
They landed in this tree and some others like it, and gossiped for a while.
Then they came down to the feeding platform.
After they'd eaten, they hung around the trees for a while longer. Then some of them flew back across in front of our balcony.
Not all of them, though. Some stayed for a while, to admire the sunset.
Or to join us in the restaurant.
"Isn't anybody going to bring me a menu?"