Maybe I should try potatoes in one of the big pots. But I'm not sure how they'd do, and I think I'd also forget they were in the pot and put something in the pot with them.

You should hear the birds in the bottlebrush tree in springtime--the crows, native blackbirds, miners and rosellas are all shouted at LOUDLY by the army of honeyeaters. I have since learned that when honeyeaters are like that, it's called a corroboree. I'd previously called it akin to a drunken wedding reception.