A rainy, foggy Sunday morning. Everything feels damp. I'd like to think that soon we will dry out and get a little sunshine here, but the forecast says more to come!
My vegies are getting waterlogged and won't grow without sunshine so things aren't looking good in my little garden. The potatoes are just coming in to flower but with no sunshine or bees I fear we may lose the lot after about 10 weeks of growing!
A load of washing finished and I thought I'd be tempted to pin it on the line and just 'hope for the best' with a few possible dry spells during the day enough to dry it but it's not looking positive.
Despite the 'big wet,' the birds begin their early morning twittering and busy themselves seeking out tidbits for their young. The butcher bird family I've discovered to now be six. In the bottle brush tree close to the house yesterday, four young sat waiting for parents to bring food. They are amazing! Baby spied a (rather large) grasshopper and flew down and grabbed it. Back on the branch it tried to shovel it into it's mouth sideways. 'No, no, baby - that's not the way to do it!' I sensed mother saying. She neatly took the bug, 'mangled' it in her beak and neatly turned it around so that head first, it fitted right into baby's open mouth. After a couple of huge gulps, it was gone! Amazing to watch these small creatures who, despite the patience they show, are also quick to admonish when babies step out of line!
Thank you God for this your day, and for the freedom we have to worship you! I'm off to do that right now.
Blessings!
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| Rainbow Lorikeets feeding after the rain |
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