I am sure that the 116 different species of birds i have noticed around my house were not all singing simultaneously this morning
it sounded like it tho …
i shouted
good morning everybody!
just to join in.
A dreamy question from the other pillow arose …
Of all those birds, how many are not from here?
I listened carefully for ferals like us, reporting back
The Chooks…
Disbelieving, tho not exactly awake
Really?
i listened more carefully
just to be sure
& those distant Kookaburras …
Unlike ferals like us, these voices are wildly outnumbered.
I love this about home …
If my spirit animal was a bird, it would be a Kookaburra !
The baby pink hues of the sunset settled across the green valley. Blue grey clouds, parted to reveal a rainbow.
The last glint of sun, caught in the raindrops of the sheoak needles hanging with in arms reach, was a glitter dusting from nature.
I didn’t want to leave the love nest in the trees, where my lover and I had spent a glorious few days in Denmark.
so…I allowed the memories of lovemaking to wash through me, as a party of kookaburras in the nearby Karris, let loose a hysterical chorus of laughter at my cheeky weekend shenanigans.
still missing you
xx
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