I didn't ride all weekend, which is unusual, but I had a bad feeling about Saturdays ride, and behold, there was a crash in the group. So I ran instead. Then we gave up on the ever approaching rain and went out to look at birds on the town common.
|Brolgas are magnificent creatures. I haven't had a chance to stand next to one, but they are probably taller than I am.|
|We do like a bit of twitching|
|I love this landscape, it speaks to my heart even though I was not raised here.|
|It was hot and the shade in the bird hide was welcome|
|The shells of fledged ciccadas, but it was strangely quiet. That empty, marching army reminded me of the terracotta warriors in China. There has been fire through here, and the smell of smoke and sweet grass and dry was amazing.|