In the shadow of the rickety old rollercoaster of Luna Park in St Kilda, there's an amazing community garden.
There's an aviary, a chicken coop (complete with a guinea fowl whose discarded feathers I wanted to steal until I remembered I would have a hard time bringing them back to NZ), artists' studios and a whole lot of decorations. People have their own garden bed to decorate as tastefully, or as wackily as they please.
We sat and watched cockatoos roosting clumsily in the trees. And if you sit there a while you might end up with a bird resting on your head. Like this fellow: