With the season of renewal sweeping down on the bushland, the process swung quickly into action.
It was a time for shedding the old, intense preening and looking forward to all the season brought them.
Every creature looked forward to it, it was akin to a rebirth, shaking off the old and taking on the new and all the possibilities that came with that.
Even the sky they reasoned saw a form of rebirth, there was a freshness in the air as if the stale old air of the previous season was now being cleansed and washed away.
The rains that came regenerated the bush, new growth sprouted forth, the animals who had sheltered from the cold and the heat poked their heads out to take in the air that like themselves had regenerated in such a way for them to feel rejuvenated.
It only took a few days but soon the bush as a flurry of activity as the females of each species selected a mate, and within a day or so felt to stirring within them of new life. Food which had become scares reappeared in bountiful amounts and stocks were taken for the next period when there may not be plenty.
The cycle of renewal began, welcomed by all forms of flora and fauna, life flourished, new life appeared, generations multiplied and all was as it should be.