The birds Of The Air

It's been a few days since I've posted, mainly because I've been resting and just taking it easy. 

I penned a little saying a while ago which I keep in my wallet...

"The birds of the air
Have not a care
And neither do I."

Somedays I say it to myself because I really don't have any cares, other days I say it because I am struggling to just get through the day. Lately it has been a mixture of both, but all in all I am doing well.

I took this photo a couple of years ago when I lived in Melbourne. This guy would visit me nearly every day, strut across my front lawn and come right up to my window and knock on it with his beak.

Many days he was my only companion and I appreciated his visits such a lot. Much to the disgust of the neighbours, I would throw out a handful of wild bird seed which he would immediately devour.

Hmmm, I guess I should make a confession here. Sometimes he would bring his whole flock and I would be feeding 30 or 40 cockatoos at a time, so maybe the neighbours weren't so bad after all.