It's spring so there's that gorgeous spring smell of various flowers all mingled with warm grass (a smell not encountered for a while). Lots of birds, but kingfisher calls always catch my attention with memories of other places. My grandmothers house on the Hokianga Harbour, the unique mangrove smell - salty humid clay, kingfisher calls, snapping shrimp. But also holidays on Great Barrier Island, summer, walking along narrow clay paths next to mangrove swamps, humid salty air and the water lapping around the trees, on a mission to finish a long walk, or, closer to home, paddling down the Puhoi River.
There's a certain spot here over the wood shed where our Kingfisher always sits, looking down searching for skinks (methinks...) over white streaks of kingfisher poo.
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