Well it's just gone into Autumn here. We've never called it Fall because the only leaves that change colour and fall are on introduced trees. Lots of my eucalypts are in full flower now and the smell of honey is in the air. I'll collect some soon for our orphaned Brush-tail possum. Eating the flowers gives a golden tinge to her nose from the pollen. She's really cute all grey fluff with white-tipped ears and black-tipped tail. Our baby magpies have been released but they stay close to the house demanding hand-outs and singing to us in exchange for their food. A pair of Wedge-tail eagles are soaring high above us. They seem to have increased their range to include our place. Their nesting tree is on the sleeping volcano 15 kilometers to our North. Not far for an eagle. Bunjil, the God of the Aboriginal tribes who used to be here, could shape-change into a Wedge-tail eagle. When it came down to it Bunjil wasn't able to help with what happened out here. He and his wife are still up there, though - watching. Joy