Severe Weather systems in the air, covid outbreaks which may or may not land the state in lockdown once more, storm season is upon us and winds swirling round the place with hints of red and purple. The world is at once opening up and closing down on itself. Flashes of light across the sky and thunder booming into its very centre. We cower and shield and hope that climate change will not deliver our end with our leaders going blah blah blah according to the irrepressible Greta.
This is the kind of cross that I warm to and its a small natural reminder of all those thousands of lives that have been lost to Covid.
Even the birds are ruffled - Dennis and Doreen were not amused at the appearance of this Currawong on the deck perhaps sensing the treats in the butcher birds bowl.
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