Then as if by magic two amazing things happened.
First a new piece of paper bark was found.
And this butterfly spent a few minutes bonding with Miss M.
There was something rather mystical in this moment time stopping as God wove a cocoon of magic around us.
All sounds from the bushland folk ceased as we connected with the butterfly, as if all were aware of the divine encounter taking place.
A sacred moment that shall remain treasured by both of us..............