It's winter, but tell that to the honeyeaters who think it's spring. I guess that's a very unscientific statement. Okay, they were feeding, chasing and telling everyone THIS IS OUR PATCH - piss off. At NWG Inc we are in Haiku producing mode - and so I decided to get busy with the images on the bush tracks but I failed to capture the honeyeaters' vim:
Walking around the lake/ hear the honeyeaters sing/ do not linger here...
so I wrote a sleepy one
Branch over water/ two little cormorants doze/ full of live breakfast...
