A flowerpecker's agitation

 It called and called and called, and there was no response.

I didn't have to look too far when I heard the calls of the Orange-bellied Flowerpecker as one soon appeared, a female, not an easy catch though as it foraged busily 'down under'.

But it was the male that was calling and I couldn't locate it yet. 

And then it went up, still not heeding the continuous calls.  Perhaps it preferred its own catch.

And finally the male came into view, a very patient one as it looked like it was still trying to get to the female.

I would be hoarse by now!

And all it could do was watch the female flit (or flirt?) around.

A little 'me' time as it puffed and fluffed, or ruffled (as in losing patience?).

A bait, but no taker.

So all mine then, and a good cleaning after.

And that was it, as the female had left the scene.