Spring is just delightful in what remains of our garden. The daphne is a gorgeous afro of pink blooms, the first tiny green buds are springing from the gnarly bonsai trunks, and gang-gangs are sitting in the honeysuckle plucking at blossoms and croaking their creaky song.
Yesterday I watched Ellen in adorable puppy mode, gamboling after a butterfly in the late afternoon sun. Then she caught the butterfly and ate it, which made me a little bit sad.
Oh, for non-Canberrans, this is a gang-gang. They are the world's most hilarious birds.*
*with the possible exception of those ones with the pointy beaks that pick sheep's noses.
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