I decided to have my breakfast outside on this beautiful Maytime morning and think love and strength towards my friend Doodle.
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The sun had just risen and was wandering up through the bush, sparkling every drop of dew.
Because I often put out seeds for the birds, there is always a flurry from every quarter when I appear as, alerted by the manutaki, they race to nearby trees in hope.
There is always at least one bird from every flock whose job it is to warn, in advance if possible, of approaching dangers. These are the manutaki, guardians and they take the task in turns.
The ambient air was a crisp 11 degrees and the Tui, always the first and last to sing at either end of the day, had been adorning this morning for two hours, in a tree so close I could touch it.
The Tui is the delight of my spirit, singing throughout each day. I usually pretend it’s just for me. Today it's for Doodle too.
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A gentle rain, percussive against the glowing leaves graced the early air as yet untainted by diesel and bacon breakfasts.
It reminded me of the many rural years I'd slept outside all summer, listening and learning as day birds gave way to the nigh singers.
Warm diurnal aromas fled to be replaced by the deep earthy night scents.
There is something very special and precious about this experiene, almost as if, when the world-sounds cease, I was back in ancient time. It was a respite and relief which used to armour me for the day.
So often I regret this is no longer possible but on this May morning, I was suddenly thankful again to have had the privilege.
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