Dawn is a favoured time for me.
It heralds the new day and marks the end of the darkness.
Outside I hear the birds chorus
It goes on and on and always with an intensity that suggests something very important is being discussed.
Some morning I get up to watch the sunrise, and against the twittering of birds, I see the sun poke its head over the hill to my east.
Then the kookaburras start, their laughter echoes across the valley as from tree to tree they fly staking their territory for all other birds to marvel at.
Some mornings I wander down to the back fence where if I’m quiet enough the ducks will come and sit along the fence line in front of me.
They are big ducks, enough for a family of five I think. But I don’t have the wherewithal to do anything apart from wonder at their size and tastiness.
Lastly, as the sun spreads itself across the yard and begins to warm my shivering self, I hear the Magpies begin their ceremonial warbling. It is melodious and warming on a cold morning as if another language is being spoken to welcome in the new day.