Here it is. The last day we have in Australia before we leave tomorrow for Canada. It's a weird feeling. I am anxious to feel the familiarity of home and squeeze some people that live there, but I am a bit trepidatious about the cold. No, it is a good thing. It will be good to be back no matter the weather. Home is home. Here is a little guy that was sitting on the table next to us at the Lighthouse Cafe. I have no idea what his name is, but he was quite pretty.
I am very sleepy this am. Trying to wake up and understand the things that need to happen today. Last things to do, packing of course, and probably the things that I can't think of because of the muddiness of sleepiness. I just realized I had rather a violent dream. I dreamt I was the older sister to a little girl about six, and I was probably about 12. We were being targeted by some horrible person who was way up on a high hill. The littler sister, who had been hiding in the sewer, somehow managed to trick the man down from the hill and then she sliced open his belly with a rock! My little sister! It was very shocking, and I can hardly believe she did that. Oh wait. She didn't. I don't have a sister. Must wake up properly.
There are several birds here who make the craziest birdsong I have ever heard. There is the mock laughing crow (think of a deeper Nelson from the Simpsons), I will miss him a lot. Then there is the weird jazz guy that makes several long sounds that don't match at all, I am not sure who he is. Then there is the evil maniacal Kookaburra. When there are a couple of kookaburras together fighting over something, it sounds like maybe a lynching is taking place by some scary mob guys, very frightening.
What a different bird culture probably then too eh? Meat eating birds, poison-winged birds, angry sounding birds, so different.
Anyway, I will be among the land of the frozen silent very soon. I will miss you very different and somewhat scary birds. Until next time.