Unwelcome Visitor

Anybody who’s ever stumbled upon any of my blips probably knows by now what I think of Sulphur Crested Cockatoos so I’ll leave it at that.
Not everybody has a fountain in the yard, particularly one in working order, but we have and here it is. It began life in 1892 in the grounds of the Gardners Inn, the pub just over our back fence. In 1938, the publican (also the mayor) must have been doing well out of the drinking habits of the locals because he decided to renovate the pub and also build himself a new house on the vacant block at the back. Apparently he could see little or no need for a fountain at the pub so relocated it over the lane to the yard of his newly built residence and why wouldn’t he, everybody wants a fair dinkum fountain in the back yard!
Water used to spray out of an extravagant three pronged scotch thistle but it disappeared some time between 1938 and 1983 when we purchased the property - I still keep an eye out for it wherever we go!
These days it’s only ever called into service on exceptionally hot days for the grandchildren to run around and play in the spray (and only then if we can find the tap in the grass!)