he lumbers up behind me
to where I sit
silent watching
his lava breath
singes my hair
flames my ear
he peers over my shoulder
as if he will see what I see
as if he can
I wait
body solid
gaze fixed
breath shallow
and wait for him to leave
From Facebook
This blackbird has been warbling in the dusk most evenings for the past weeks. It's one of the pair that are now nesting under our deck (and digging through the mulch most days). I suspect the hedge might have been a more restful nesting space but what would I know? My pucs are improving but the windows are not getting cleaner ...
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#wonder
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Book mail!
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The Flower Garden is the story of a quilt made by children locked up in Changi Gaol in 1942 after the fall of Singapore.
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Out March 2026. So beautiful @luciart74 Thanks Team @walkerbooksaus
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13 years from Draft 1 to now!
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