Crossing Over
Yesterday I stood on the edge of the Murrumbidgee River. I watched it fat and brown and moving fast. Around me the air was thick with birds, among them a mob of beautiful firetail finches, (sometimes known as Tasmanian Finch) thrummed from grassy bank to tree. Flash of red beak, black mask, twerk of brilliant tail. Here we are I …
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