Today is one of those rare occasions where I feel I can play some guitar, so I’m sitting in the little sunroom singing “The Story of Isaac” (Leonard Cohen) (in Am fyi) while looking through the window at the lovely pink and purple matchstick bromeliads that are currently in bloom in our tiny garden.
A poignant and lovely song to go with such a pretty view.
Away I go into the first two verses, and halfway through the second verse a beautiful, grey and white coloured wattle bird with yellow markings on its wings flew down onto the pink and purple broms and started carefully poking its beak into the flowers while deftly navigating the green, strappy leaves.
I almost held my breath, but it seemed as though it had arrived because of the sound.
So I kept going.
As I continued to sing the rest of the song it stayed there, darting in and around the plants and then took a quick dip in the small bird bath, creating amazing, miniature performance art.
It stayed until I got right to the end of the song:
“The peacock spreads its fan”.
As I played the final pianissimo note and the sound faded to silence, our bird gave a final flourish of wings and flew away!
Thought you’d like to know x
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