It rained yesterday.
It's been so dry over winter and spring that I'd almost forgotten about the wet season almost upon us.
But the rain did arrive and it was ever so lovely through my living room window...
...so I sat and stitched and reveled in the tap tap of rain drops and wind blown branches on the window behind Papa Smurf.
The downside of yesterday's rain was no opportunity to sit out on the verandah and bird-watch with my camera.
However, over the last week I've had some special moments just after dawn with these special guys in the garden...
I love my bird visitors, but there is one who brings me a little more joy than all the others - the kookaburra!
On Monday morning I woke to the laughter of four kookaburras sitting atop our power pole...
I took heaps of photos and they seemed quite content to pose for me, except for one little guy, who decided to fly down onto the roof of our carport so he could watch me instead...
I think he's not fully grown yet, because he looked slightly 'un-groomed' and had no fear of me at all.
In fact, when I lowered my camera and began talking to him he flew off the carport and came straight over to me, landing just two feet away on the handrail of our front steps!
I was so surprised that I just stared at him, the opportunity for an amazing photo nowhere in my thoughts. When I gathered my wits again and lifted the camera to my eye he flew down from the railing onto the ground below me...
He watched me, I watched him. I talked to him, he just stared.
Then he darted under the steps for a moment before flying out again and landing on the front gate.
He'd found some breakfast - a little gecko...
With one last 'smile' at me, he opened his wings and flew heavenward.
Definitely not the morning photo shoot I'd imagined, but boy was I blessed.
As I turned to go back inside another little blessing met me - my first little lavender flower has budded. Sweet.
Rain, birds, lavender...and some stitching.
It's been a lovely start to November.
Have a beautiful day, dears.
hugs
