Day Five

The sun came up this morning and touched the house and trees across the street in the way that only a summer sun can.
















A flock of pink and grey galahs landed in the park, and bent over like little old men they fossicked and foraged, muttering back and forth to eachother. I snuck down to take their picture, but either my presence or the crowd of Hare Krishnas up the street startled them, and they took off in a cloud of outraged squwacks.
















This fellow came our to foray across my bedroom wall. He made a nice change from cockroaches and I invited him to stay, to watch out for the insecticide spray and to please not venture across my face in the middle of the night.
He agreed.





















Mum's friends little boy, Nat, came to play. She's his adopted Grandma, and after a week without kids it was lovely to have one around. He's beautiful, with the prettiest, quietest accent and demeanour. Mum and I just drank him up like, we were the desert and he was the rain. He played with his toys on the porch, drank sweet tea, ate pineapple and biscuits (that's cookies to you), and helped hang out the wash.




















Later we took a walk into the town. I saw a crowd of Sulphur Crested Cockatoos on the way - I love those birds and it's amazing to see them in the wild - it feels like Australia is just one big zoo. This is the view as we walk across the bridge.