Taking a stroll around Mussel Pool, a slow meander to unwind and stretch, watching moments pass, feeling energy mingling.
Normally at this time of year the pool should be full of water with families of ducks lazing upon the water or resting under the shady canopies.
The fish ladder sadly was bone dry, whether any fish made it upstream for breeding this year seems extremely slim.
Bursts of colour were dotted about brightening the landscape, yet even the bracken looked withered and dry already dying and returning to the earth, and spring has only just arrived.
A few dried fungi were yet another solemn sign of a winter far too dry, clinging onto whatever moisture was still lingering in the soil.
Just as I had lost all hope, I noticed two corellas protecting a tree hollow, whilst cooing to their chicks nestled within the protective cocoon of a darken warm nest.
Keeping a watchful eye on the intruding human below, they observed my every move. I was mindful of not venturing too close, it was better to zoom in with my camera, causing as little stress as possible.
Watching the tenderness of bird parents never fails to humble.
From sparrow to eagle, the nurturing is always the same.
The doting father kept an eye on me until I finally disappeared from view.
I continued on with a happy heart.
As I made my way back to my car I infused myself with the trickling melody of a stream which still flowed, slowly...
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