I woke this morning to the sound of heavy rain washing away the mischief of yesterday. It was cool, so I snuggled deeper into the covers, like a worm going through compost, only significantly cleaner.

My room was dark, I was cozy and still quite sleepy after a 3am finish from a dinner party. It was 7.46am and we were due to be on the road at 10.45am. Plenty of time. I burrowed further.

As I lay there, a cacophony of cockatoos flew into the area, voicing their displeasure or joy at whatever it is that makes cockatoos annoyed or happy. They were either very happy or very annoyed. It wasn’t lawnmowers. It may have been an air war as a result of some magpies not observing the cockatoo no fly zone. They greeted the rain more cheerily than the cockatoos.

The mynahs then joined, because they don’t like to be left out, and decided now was the perfect time to make their presence known which then set off the lone crow in the area. It gave its long, drawn out “maaark, maaark” as it flew by fairly quickly, its wings being more powerful than those of the mynah  and probably wanting to find its friends rather than joining the bird symphony which required no conductor to lead in the next bird for its solo – the kookaburra.

The rain continued.

Ahhh, sounds of Australia.

*Thanks to GANGajang for the title to this post.