Monday, August 24, 2009

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.

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