On a very cold, frosty morning, the corellas were sunning themselves. Perched high in the dead upper branches of the sugar gums they were enjoying the first warmth from the sun. There was an old truck at the grain depot, but it didn’t look like a grain truck to provide free breakfast for the birds.
If you were the only person to look at the blog yesterday, and have come back for the follow up article, I will have to disappoint you. I might write about grace if I get a bit more interest.
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