The colours of our bush life perfectly match this slow time of retirement.
A bright pink on a light shade of grey, or a pale lemon juxtaposed against a crisp white: these are colour combinations to touch the heart, and to see them on the wing of galahs and sulphur crested cockatoos adds enormously to my pleasure in those colours and this life here.
Galahs are the fighter jets of the bird world. The aerial displays that they mount can be awe-inspiring. A mob of 20 or so can make sudden turns in formation, up or down, left or right and at speed. It is a sight to behold. Cockatoos, on the other hand, are more akin to jumbo jets. They lumber along on a course set straight for their destination. They do sometimes alert the earthbound to their presence with their raucous squawk, a very unattractive feature of the bird.
The translucent white-grey of the sky just before the sun pokes its head over the eastern hill on cool, crisp early mornings: this is my favourite time of the day. The peace and quiet is broken only by the sounds of whichever birds are active around the yard at the time; the willie wagtails that seem to have taken up permanent residence here, the magpies that are always in territorial disputes with the noisy miners, and the miscellaneous other birds that come and go, depending on the season. We’ve had a scarlet robin in the yard for the past 10 days. To sit on the deck in the early morning enjoying this world with no reason to move, other than the desire for a caffeine hit, is one of the great joys of the retired life we live here.