I am waking up around 5.30 a.m. here, and I am realising that, just as on my other mountain, I will be rewarded with ephemeral treats like this one when I do so.
There is so much to do that I don’t even want to stay in bed!
This house is built on a cut-and-fill site – much like where I was – but it’s quite a steep drop off the level strip in front of the house. By the time the sun was hitting the site, I’d breakfasted and unpacked three boxes of books.
Then I saw, through the rather grubby sliding glass doors, a pair of ears visible above the level of the bank.
A young male, I think, and the same Eastern Redneck Wallaby variety that I am used to.
I said ‘Hello, you! Are you on your own? Welcome!! No harm here, mate; no dogs!’
He looked unimpressed, and took off across the slope. I saw him join a mate over on my boundary treeline.
I am overjoyed; there is wildlife here of the hoppy native sort, when I’d been half expecting rabbits.