A wing and a slayer
I just saw a bird fly up in the sky and pluck an unseen, by me, insect from the air.
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I just saw a bird fly up in the sky and pluck an unseen, by me, insect from the air.
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When you are guarding sheep a crow overhead is a fearful sight, an eagle a thing of beauty. When you are guarding chickens the reverse is true.
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The Human Race is in a reality show whose aim is to discover its most stupid members and for which there are no prizes.
My world is full of black and white birds today. Magpies and Butcher Birds and Pee Wits and Willy Wagtails and Currawongs. Odd then that I usually think in shades of grey.
It does my heart good to see wrens and magpies, and parrots and butcher birds, and pigeons and honeyeaters, all flying and singing, in the morning light.
Never met a farmer whose answer to a problem didn’t involve shooting it, poisoning it, cutting it down, or pumping something dry.
You save a bee trapped behind the window as night falls and release him out into the dusk. But you never know if he makes it home safely.