What’s happening in our neck of the woods and in other necks not so woody
I wander through the emptied city, landmarks changing so rapidly.
The fluffy chick claws its way to the surface, the adult male immediately kicks leaf litter at his offspring and sends the toddle Brush Turkey packing.
A Sea Eagle is in possession of a small fish, almost colliding with a Brahminy Kite carrying a mouthful of nesting material.
I saw one of my favourite paintings again hanging on the kitchen wall. James Dixon’s ‘Tory Island’.
There is a welcome concert. Outside, an elderly man sells balloons . . .
I just think of the angelic wings I captured.
We have become caretakers of this whole ball of planet.
I have seen the Regent Honeyeater, I hope you have too.
What business have I in the woods, if I am thinking of something out of the woods? Thoreau
We are heading south to hear music on Mt Yarriabini.