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Ten minutes had passed when Saffron looked over towards the teatree at the edge of the hollow. A little brown bird sat half camouflaged between the sprays of fine leaf.
‘Hi Mobo, how’s it going?’ she asked, but the bird just sat there and stared at her with its beady, black eyes.
‘Mobo!’ she repeated and stepped towards the teatree, tugging Magic behind her by the end of the reins. The bird flew off into the trees without a backward glance. Saffron was left totally bemused.
‘I could have sworn that was Mobo. That was Mobo wasn’t it Magic?’ Magic gave a little nicker and nudged Saffron. ‘See, you thought it was him! So why was he being so unfriendly?’ She had just begun to convince herself, once again, that the whole of the last weeks events had been the result of her overactive imagination when the bird flew back to sit on exactly the same place on the teatree branch.
‘Hello, hello, Ronnie. Does all go well with you, my friend?’
‘No! Why didn’t you talk to me just then? You just sat and stared,’ she replied angrily.
‘Telara is not comfortable with human-speak. She came back to nest - I was egg-sitting to give her a break. She told me you were here.’
‘But you two look so alike! I had no idea it wasn’t you. How many eggs do you have?’