of the currawong

I tried to take a picture of a currawong call I heard it clear in the morning it wasn’t there when I aimed my phone but I heard it call again behind my shoulder wheeled around aimed up to catch the sound it wasn’t there just a line creasing across the sky marking the blue … Continue reading of the currawong

old birds refrained

that one he said you have to be good to see that one we are talking about a bird singing I say that it’s just a blackbird no no that one is not a blackbird that one is up there in the gum tree and it sings its heart out every afternoon I haven’t seen … Continue reading old birds refrained