The rain came, overnight...
Two "weights" of raindrops...
The steady, gentle hiss, and the occasional flurry of heavier drops...
Or is that a possum running across the roof?, ha ha.
Thump, thump... thump, thump... it's hard to say... ha ha.
And it got down to a none too agreeable 9 degrees...
Which does not contrast well with days in the lowish 30's... ha ha.
The dawn chorus let me know that they weren't well pleased...
"Let us in... We'll make you a cuppa... You organise the food...", ha ha.
There are days when it seems like an attractive proposition,
But the thought of three wattlebirds squabbling over who's going to make the electric jug work, let alone how... ha ha.
Meanwhile, the dent in the screen door becomes more pronounced... ha ha.
Every so often there's a little voice from outside - "Are you sure there isn't anything I can come in and help with...?"...
Aren't they considerate?
Now, listen to the subtle undertone in that question...
"Can I come in so I'll be closer to the food and then it's Mine, All Mine! Mwah ha ha ha ha!".
I used to be worried that if they got into the house they'd get confused, and fly around knocking stuff over...
No, it'd be more likely that that I'd find a half open packet of SAO biscuits and a slightly guilty looking cockatoo, sitting on the kitchen floor, ha ha.
Some things, I think, are far better left done without "assistance", as there's less cleaning up to do, afterwards...ha ha.
As it is those wattlebirds still haven't worked out how the jug works...
I'll be here until this evening before I get a cup of tea, at this rate, ha ha.
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