As The Patter...

As the patter of rain began it fall creating a luscious melody, a soaking, respite for the parched earth. One bronzewing settled down to bathe in the soft rain. Another younger one was near the fence and also came out to enjoy this long awaited downfall.  

Bronzewings open their wings in the rain as part of their preening ritual, they do this to distribute a powder down that helps keep their feathers clean, silky and waterproof. 

This unique wing opening in the rain gives me a great opportunity to see the glorious bronze colour of their inner wing feathers.

 Luckily, this chap was so enthusiastic with his bathing that he was rolled over on his side, wing high. This behaviour is crucial for bronzewings in maintaining feather health. 

And I have to say it is a pleasure to watch.

In fact, as I edited my photographs it almost seemed like a dance.

It was also easy to see the joy he was obviously feeling. 

Around half an hour after this, thunder roared and rain pelleted down and sent every bird flying for cover as huge puddles finally cover the ground...