This morning has been a time to meander. The dogs and I went walking. At a distance we looked at the cats. There was a lot of tugging on the leads but cats must have felt safe.
Daisy and Rufus were waiting for some morning sun. Daisy is very old. In fact very, very old. Each morning unless it is raining she spends a couple of hours outside. Rufus is a very gentle being - unless you leave the door open and he turns into a rocket.
As we walked down the paddock I could hear a cracking noise in the hawthorn trees. And who should it be but the Sulphur Crested Cockatoo. Two of them were having a feast on the hawthorn berries. I stood and watched for a while. The cockatoos broke off a small twig with berries - this was the cracking sound