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That pale galah, pale is easier to type than salmon pink, must have have really good hearing.
I wrote about it yesterday, and there it was, this afternoon, in the garden.
Coincidence or really good hearing... You be the judge. 
Black Hawks.... I had to read it a second time before the penny dropped, LOL. I was thinking "Gee, I hadn't realised that hawks had such strong family bonds. I thought they were solitary birds". Silly me.
Amber, I have to ask what the significance of drawing a star in the sand is. I'm curious, now.
Once upon a time there was a possum called Moreton.
She was feeling a bit peckish, and stopped by a place where she'd noticed, before, that sometimes the birds would leave bread, after they'd gone home.
That particular evening, she met the man who lived there, and he gave her some muesli bar, apologising to her that it was pretty much the only thing he had that he thought she'd eat.
Some months passed, and Moreton had a daughter called Takeaway (she was called that because if she saw food, she'd run up to it, grab it, and run away with it before eating it).
Takeaway had heard of the place where the man with the muesli bars lived, and seeing as she was a young and independent possum, and had recently moved out of home, she decided to visit him.
When she got there she found a wooden box that in Real Estate terms would called a charming fixer-upper with plenty of potential and a great location. They were right about the location, it was nice and high off the ground.
So she moved in.
As she grew it became obvious that the wooden box, that had at one point been either a bird house that the birds shunned, or a mail box that was almost entirely unsuited to the purpose, was not suitable accommodation.
The man very kindly made her a house of her own to live in.
Then he went on and made her three other houses because he could. He linked the houses up with a series of wooden bridges so that she could go from house to house, and get around the garden in comfort.
She was very happy.
After her first baby came along, the man widened some of the bridges because with a little baby possum in her pouch, she was having difficulty walking around.
When her first baby, a little boy called Kogan (after the electric hotplate in the kitchen, I was having difficulty thinking of a good name) was old enough to move out, he was a bit cheeky.
He moved out, and a week later he was back, living in one of the spare possum houses.
Takeaway wasn't pleased by that, as she thought he should go and live an independent life in the Big World.
After a couple of weeks, he decided that his Mum was right, and off he went to pursue his big adventure.
And this is not where the story ends, it's just that I figure you're getting tired of reading, by now, so we'll take a break.
Spoiler? There's two more young possums still to come, and their adventurous tales, and there's the possums that come to visit, too.
It really would be a lot of reading, so it's best if we have a break.
People tell me that I should write for children, I tell them I'd prefer to write for money.
@ecar3483 wrote:That pale galah, pale is easier to type than salmon pink, must have have really good hearing.
I wrote about it yesterday, and there it was, this afternoon, in the garden.
Coincidence or really good hearing... You be the judge.
Black Hawks.... I had to read it a second time before the penny dropped, LOL. I was thinking "Gee, I hadn't realised that hawks had such strong family bonds. I thought they were solitary birds". Silly me.
Amber, I have to ask what the significance of drawing a star in the sand is. I'm curious, now.
Drawing a star...is for the little starfish I saw in the sand at the edge of the water.
Drawing a star is for the stars in the sky when the sun dips into the sea.
Or maybe it's a pentagram for the Captain of the St Kilda Lifesavers...who looks out for them since I started drawing them 2 years ago.
"And I looked, and behold a pale galah: and he was the colour of salmon, and other galahs followed with him. And power was given unto them over the end part of the garden, to eat sunflower seed, and occasionally shed small feathers, and with the cockatoos of the neighbourhood"
"And behold .. the galahs of the skies did flock to deliver their seeds as manna from heaven, and thus, ecar was pleased and did bring glory to the feathered flappings of the earth"
