Birdsong

Words of the birds of home

In the last throes of our tropical winter, I’ve spent my days basking in the glorious sun (before it turns unpleasant). Sprawled on my lawn, the paddocks to the west, my garden to the east, I truly came to appreciate the ever-present melody of this land.

If I listen, closely, there’s always a bird twittering, a bee buzzing, a cow mooing. This land is never utterly quiet.

It’s a welcome sort of cacophony, one that soothes rather than stimulates. Surrounded by sound, I wrote Birdsong on one of the last days of Queensland winter… perched on the threshold of spring.

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