This old service station is for lease. I find it wonderful that this is still standing.
I took this photo on my phone – it is surprisingly good in low light – and had a little fiddle, editing in phone.
These two first pictures are of a Koel, a cuckoo native to Australia and South East Asia. I’ve have been trying to get a picture for ages and this one landed over the fence in my backyard, conveniently, and kept still for long enough for me to take a couple of snaps.
This one, being black, is a male.
Other birds are always chasing them off, which puzzles me. If the other birds know what the cuckoos do, why do they allow it when it happens? Is there some loophole in the laws of nature that says; when a cuckoo lays its egg, you must care for the hatchling?
This last pic is of course a Raven, specifically the native Australian kind with the long, drawling call.
It seems like a young bird, still learning the ways of the Raven. Just the impression that I get. I’ve long felt them to be mysterious and magickal, as though in some secret part of themselves, they are responsible for the workings of the planet.