Great eggspectations
Every day, somewhere in the world, billions of birds sit on their nests, content and confident about the eggs that they cherish.
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Every day, somewhere in the world, billions of birds sit on their nests, content and confident about the eggs that they cherish.
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I hate the sound of a rabbit, at night, screaming in the jaws of a fox. But I can’t hear the fox cubs crying with hunger.
The Choughs are back doing some gardening for me, and the sight of their ungainly walk and their happy family warms the cockles of my cold winter heart.
Once I saw on the ground under trees blue fragments of a small egg. But were they from an egg that fell or one that had hatched? I didn’t know just what I should feel.
Plumes of smoke on a cold Winter’s day bring thoughts of warmth and community and human busyness and achievement. Plumes of smoke on a hot Summer’s day bring thoughts of destruction and terror and loss and anger and failure.
Birds in pairs, galahs, magpies, rosellas, butcher birds, crows, peewits, birds in pairs, thinking of Spring.
The human race is in the position the dinosaur race was in some 25 years before the impact of the Chicxulub meteor.
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Three eagles on a windy morning circling circling low above my head and calling, calling: “Here we are” “Here we are” “We love wind” “We love wind” “Our domain” “Our domain”. And then they slide away slide away to another hill. “Here we are”.
I weep bitter tears when drought breaking rain is forecast and I get just a little bit less than bugger all
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