I got my wind organs ready for a southerly, but by Monday evening I hadn’t recorded anything.
Here’s my streetscape at dusk, dominated by a blackbird and the usual Leeton hum of the rice co-op.
There’s a moment when some galahs come to roost and, as it ends, a neighbour walked her two dogs and stirred the yapper across the road.
Funny thing is that just after midnight on Monday, as the calendar ticked over to Halloween, I woke to the wind banging doorways but decided to go back to sleep.
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