Last Wednesday the Canberra sky was perfectly clear and blue. It was like looking up at a matte painting.
I felt like I was on the Truman Show (Inverso Show?), and watched fixated, waiting for a spot light to crash to the ground.
After a bit, I was distracted by this huge footed bird. It was nice enough to pose for me:
There are a few birds in the tree outside my window whose singing at sun-down sounds like seven-year old girls screaming for help. It’s impossible to convey the eeriness of it.
I don’t have a picture, but there’s an annoying black fly that resides around sidewalks. It picks a spot to land on your face -- cheek, upper-lip, eyeball -- and once chosen it will incessantly go back to that spot. No amount of swatting, fuffing, or shaking will dissuade it until you exit its designated span of sidewalk. At which time another of its kind will pick a new facial spot and continue the torment.
Luckily, No sign of the drop bears [1] yet.
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