Gratitude day 2

one for the chooky-ladies who give me clucks and squawks, funniness and eggs
two for the black and white feathered brigade who eat the grubs and bugs in the garden and sing so cheerfully
three for the wee wonders the tiny blue and blacks and brown and reds who cling so daintily on fine little feet and trumpet their good mornings
four for the sweetness of the lacey gold and chocolate quackers
five for the magnificence of the raptors – the wedgie, the falcon, the goshawk – for wonder and awe – and the reminder of just how much we love all the others
and six – a bonus – for the crows who provide such witty conversation

Gratitude day 1

one for David who gets me even when i’m tired and prickly and sour he rolls his eyes and cooks me a roast anyway
two for Kirra, a protector, telling it as she sees it straight
three for Keltie a quiet hug, a sensible word, sweet
four for Bindi a different take, a giggle, a surprise
five for my little collective, all our pains-to-be-withnesses, awkwardnesses, and laughs and the big big love for being there at the end of the long hard day, listening or just pretending to thanks

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