Spring has sprung,
the grass is ris,
I wonder where d'em birdies is?
I have no idea where the "poem" comes from - may be someone less aged challenged than I am can enlighten us.
There is no doubt spring has come (sprung) it is already very warm and terribly dry but our Wisteria, Rock Orchids and Cliveas are putting on quite a show.
Added to the colour is a new noise, the sound of I presume a male White Faced Heron who with his lady friend is building a nest in a tree just a few metres from our deck. The nest is taking shape but it still looks a day or two away from holding any eggs with any degree of certainty.
Each morning we have sat in bed and watched them collecting sticks, picking them up, checking out their suitability for a nest and if they pass - carrying them up to the tree for weaving into the nest.
Watch this space!
