PIGLET

This is me

And where I live

The story of this home will be written soon.

This where I used to live. I am keeping this because I enjoy the prose.

MY WATERSHIP DOWN

The cottage stands separate. Surrounded on three sides by bush and on the fourth side by a fifty metre sward of grass which leads up a hill to the unoccupied big house.
Grey rabbits from the warren nearest the cottage, enjoy the sunny grass and chasing the russet rabbits from the warren nearest the big house. There are red-green rosella's picking the surrounding trees over, looking for fruit and seeds with intruding black and white ravens swooping menacingly from tree to tree.
Large white Major Mitchell Parrots surveying the surroundings from the heights of the tallest nearby eucalypts. Twittering wagtails and brightly coloured wrens picking over the lawn, looking for insects and grubs while squabbling with Indian Minor's, a larger brown bird with a big black eye which is looking for fallen fruit and vegetable scraps.

Crows are carrying large twigs in their beaks, nest-building for the coming Spring. Occasionally one drops what seems like a log on the roof, startling all within hearing. Kookaburras finding the humour in winter-short days, noisily mocking the washing early-hung, the long winter shadows eagerly reaching across the sward and searching for the barely drying clothes.

Aurally the sounds of the city intrude through the muted traffic roar, occasional horns and whistles and a unique woodpecker sound generated by one of the local industries. Beneath the incoming flight path there is a soon ignored continual passage of aircraft, providing moving bright stars on the most overcast night. Only the powerlines through the bush on the northern side and the strangely ugly top couple of floors of some industrial building poking over the tops of the trees on the southern side break the visual spell.
Walking across the rabbit-shortened grass, the bunnies resentfully scurrying for shelter, the wild strawberries crush underfoot while the perpetually damp ground holds the eucalyptus oil waiting to be released underfoot. White trunked gum trees contrasting with the new flowering wattles.

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	The cottage stands separate. Surrounded on three sides by bush and on the fourth side by a fifty metre sward of grass which leads up a hill to the unoccupied big house. Grey rabbits from the warren nearest the cottage, enjoy the sunny grass and chasing the russet rabbits from the warren nearest the big house. There are red-green rosella's picking the surrounding trees over, looking for fruit and seeds with intruding black and white ravens swooping menacingly from tree to tree.
	Large white Major Mitchell Parrots surveying the surroundings from the heights of the tallest nearby eucalypts. Twittering wagtails and brightly coloured wrens picking over the lawn, looking for insects and grubs while squabbling with Indian Minor's, a larger brown bird with a big black eye which is looking for fallen fruit and vegetable scraps.
	Crows are carrying large twigs in their beaks, nest-building for the coming Spring. Occasionally one drops what seems like a log on the roof, startling all within hearing. Kookaburras finding the humour in winter-short days, noisily mocking the washing early-hung, the long winter shadows eagerly reaching across the sward and searching for the barely drying clothes.
	Aurally the sounds of the city intrude through the muted traffic roar, occasional horns and whistles and a unique woodpecker sound generated by one of the local industries. Beneath the incoming flight path there is a soon ignored continual passage of aircraft, providing moving bright stars on the most overcast night. Only the powerlines through the bush on the northern side and the strangely ugly top couple of floors of some industrial building poking over the tops of the trees on the southern side break the visual spell.
	Walking across the rabbit-shortened grass, the bunnies resentfully scurrying for shelter, the wild strawberries crush underfoot while the perpetually damp ground holds the eucalyptus oil waiting to be released underfoot. White trunked gum trees contrasting with the new flowering wattles.