Burping Churds

Idly having a smoke around sundown outside work, I observed a bunch of rainbow lorikeets noisily shredding a flame tree. All raucous chirping, movement and colour.

Turning around, I spotted a native bird doing his own thing in a native bush behind me. Quietly, just a dun-coloured bird in a dark and nondescript bush.

I'm sure there's a metaphor in there somewhere, but I'm buggered if I know what it might be.

It's alive!

After an extended hiatus, finally found the login for this poor thing, now given a new lease of life with the aid of BlogPress.


-- Posted from iPhone.