April 2021: Whipbirds, Wild Fruits and Other Magics
I heard a whipbird this morning, the first in two years since before there were drought and fires. The autumn light is filtering through the trees, the house smells of toasting buns, and a thousand small wrens are flickering from leaf to leaf. Suddenly, this morning, I thought ‘this is peace.’ For what’s supposed to be a monthly blog, this one has managed to squeeze out a couple of times a year in the last few years. They have been harder than I’ve admitted -- orthopaedic sur
