yesterday on the way to an urgent engagement with the teapot after feeding the cows we spot three wedgetail eagles playing on the wind above the farmhouse.
a lifetime ago i lived in the desert near the Andamooka Opal Fields and while there lost my feline best friend to a marauding raptor.
and once while walking amongst the opal dumps my dog suddenly stopped and looked intently upwards. moments later there was a whistling sound and a rabbit's head came hurtling from the sky, missing me by a couple of paces. far above, two eagles had been disputing ownership of breakfast. their loss was the dog's gain. eagles nesting nearby will keep us on our toes and will certainly be welcome assistants in rabbit eradication.
more recently another recently animate object arrived from the sky, this one rather more unnerving in aspect... a passing heron had lost its grip on a reptile. fortunately i was 3 metres from the point of grounding - i imagine suddenly finding oneself wearing a small brownsnake (whether breathing or not) could be rather unsettling and considerably hasten one's own appointment with the Reaper, if only from overwhelming surprise.