We’re back home again. Kids fine, dog fine, chucks fine – house in need of a good clean, football on the tele and its cold outside.
Going through my pictures I find some that I still like to share with you. After seeing the stone piles on the westcoast of New Zealand, together with some of my sailing mates we build our own on the uninhabited strip of sand from the ‘where the hell are you?’ ad, we build our own and with some clever photography you can just about see our boat on the top.
Back in Airlie Beach I sit on our little balcony overlooking the bay, and spend some time updating my diary when all of a sudden this nosy white cockatoo with its bright yellow quiff comes and sits on the railing with a loud screech. I get the chance to do a quick sketch and when it returns a bit later he or she even lets me take a picture.
Later on its joined by a few other feathered friends, the very pretty and colourful rosella. Looking back through all the pictures I notice birds figure quite prominently in many of them. They get more exotic as well – starting with simple seagulls on a jetty and finishing with these rosella beauties on the balcony. We also see and hear the cookaburra perform its song, but it wont pose like the others.