Just Be

I have spent the morning childfree, writing and reflecting. There is a red breasted black and white robin that has spent the morning admiring his sweet self in the reflection of my lounge room window.

He has watched me as I have written my monthy articles for the local newspapers, fluttered his little wings and sung as I have typed up all the minutes from the committee's that once upon a time decided to become secretary for.

He took no notice of the cat on the inside of the window doing that funny little meow cats do when they want to devour a bird, none at all not even as I wrote a short picture book story for my nephew.

He then he entertained his own self merrily as I drank from my large mug of hot coffee and admired the budding lilac trees.

He sat upon my outdoor chair covering it in little presents as I filled my roaring fire with wood to hide away winters cold touch.

No worries, not a care in the world, sing a song, fly high and admire ones self. The robin simply danced away.

I take a lesson from the little bird, such a small but such an important part of our world.

Sometimes its good to sit to dance and reflect, to write, to draw, to sing and to just be.

Happiness is taking time out for the little things.

Things That Go Bump In The Night

Hubby and I were having a coffee the other night and being  -5 degrees  and 9pm it was pitch black so  we were of course sitting outside – this happens regularly as he’s a smoker and I’m stupid enough to sit with him, even in winter.

Anyway we were talking about how we should really get our gun licenses due to wild pigs, burglars rabbit problems, drop bears and the like when there was a loud crashing sound with a metallic ring coming from the direction of the front gate.

We looked at each other – or at least I think we did, it was a little too dark to see properly-
"What on earth was that?"
"I dont know... Did someone climb over the gate?”
Then the dog that had been lying asleep at our feet starts growling like a maniac. Uh oh, that can’t be good. So doing what we tell all the people in horror movies not to do, we got a torch and went to investigate.

It turns out our visitor was indeed hungry for blood. More precisely, mouse blood.

A Tawny Frog Mouth Owl had discovered that we have a mouse plague a rogue mouse and was sitting on the fence eying off its prey. (Please excuse the poor quality photograph but I was aiming and hoping due to the lack of light to focus.)

I love living in the country, even the things concealed in the pitch black street-light-less nights are amazing and beautiful, we just need to work on our making our imaginations a little more that way!