There has been a kite. The whistling type, not quite at my back window.
Just nearby, near enough. Close enough for me.
A juvenile some would call him. I suppose he is.
Willy wagtails and currawongs have been pestering him and justifiably objecting to his new found area.
Duly concerned locals. Why here? Why now?
I witnessed the moment all the pestering became meaningless, pretty much they... all... just... stopped.
He stood his ground on his new spot atop the chook coop.
A nonchalant and relaxed preen followed.
So, a raptor? Even a juvenile one? With all his fluffy stuff goings on?
An unexpected delight for me or you or now youse too?
What a gift, an insight, a love and a wonder that is likely beyond any understanding.
Not only just an unknown, an unrecognised one.
This is where our truth lies less now.
So much to learn.
Who would have thought
I would be given the gift of a downy kite?