Golden Wattle Stories, Dreams, and Poems

We're ancient helpers of humans  Yes Jobs we've had  Now we wander and survive  I see them out my window every day  A flock on the powerline  The many small puffs of grey  We love to just hang out together  In the sunshine  Admiring the view  And visit the pet cockatiels out the back  Collecting some crumbs  And finding another good spot  To hang out  Many don't find us beautiful  But beauty's in the eye of the beholder  And to a pigeon  Another pigeon is the most beautiful creature  Yes we find love with one another  When some of us pair up  And the human has seen us  Kissing eachother with our beaks  And singing our cooing song  We love being free and surviving together as a flock  Finding food and water flying together  Then coming back as one  The roof is also a good place to hang out  Up so high  Sometimes we see the human outside  And we look ...

As I get out of the car  I see a magpie above me on a branch  Another sweet friend  I've made again  The park is before us  A path leading into a small forest of tall trees  While down the road in the distance  The mountains can be seen  And the great forest surrounding the pine River  We start our walk  Stepping around a fallen old tree  Since the cyclone  Likes of this we often see  Walking along  We feel so small compared to the trees  And I hear birds  Butcher birds and other birds  Singing in their nature home  With their friends they know they're not alone  The colours of nature  Green and Brown  Surround us now  There's so many different types of trees here  We walk eventually slowly uphill  And through trees and trees  Suddenly I spot  High up in a grand eucalyptus tree  A koala, huddled up sleeping in the tree fork  So excited we take photo...

Little peewee bird in the front yard  Little peewee bird foraging in the grass  Little peewee birds with family so close  Little peewee bird sees me and knows  I am her friend but please keep your distance  Little peewee bird is just so small and fragile  Little peewee bird up on the powerline  Little peewee bird wings out calls and says  I'm the king of the castle though I'm small  But look at me this is my home and I know  I'm beautiful and shiny in black and white feathers  A little face and little beak  I'm a part of nature and I'm free  Please look up to me and respect me  I'm proud when I trumpet my song  Be my friend, watch my adventures, come along