Early on New Year’s morning, I sat in an old sofa on the verandah of our friends’ house in Nirranda (near Warrnambool) – watching the birds claiming the day.
One bloke sat on the table in front of me. I think he said g’day.
He may have been a superb blue wren. (He was superb, he was blue and he was a wren)
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