sunday

Sound. Right now I'm hearing a very overpowering cricket or maybe it's some little bloke out in the garden with a very big maraca (well, compared to him) filled with hundreds of tiny silver beads. He shakes it for a count of 6. Oooh, just then he did if faster, 13 times, then twice 9 times, still fast, then again 13, 9, 13!! Intriguing  ... right, I'll stop there. You are probably thinking I have had a touch too much sun this weekend. (but it is interesting - how does he decide how many to do?) Stopping now (he seems to like 9 the best) Over.

 Yesterday's sound was a bird, high up in the tree beside the deck. Dad could hear him over the phone. He had a most insistent call - apparently he's from Queensland and his name is something starting with K but for the life of me I cannot remember what Dad said. His name is like his call. These birds come south to nest. Apparently they're hard to see, but I got a great view of him, perched up there above me. He was a reasonable size, had amber or reddish eyes (I think) and a smallish beak. Very loud and very insistent.

It's quiet now (well, except for the odd maraca burst from the little guy) Evenings are nice when they are quiet. The day's noises have dispersed, evaporated. A deep stillness settles with the darkness. Night. It's a soft, dark sounding word. Fathomless.

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