As soon as I opened my eyes this morning, I knew I was home.
No bird noise, apart from a few sparrow squeaks. No crows’ raucous noise, no crested pigeons coo-ing, no noisy miners warbling, no cockatoos squawking. Just a peaceful Sunday morning in the valley. We said goodbye to the family and Brisbane quite early yesterday and soon were airborne over the city before turning Eastwards towards home. The skies were clear and blue and the temperatures were on their way up when we left. It was an uneventful journey except that Virgin Australia didn’t order enough pies, so I had to settle for a very dull sandwich for lunch. In Wellington the weather was partly overcast, and at a mere 13 degrees C it didn’t feel much colder than the 21 degrees we left behind.
Of course I had to go to Pauatahanui to see if it had been taken care of in my absence. No kangaroos in sight, nor even any interesting birds, so I carried on to Plimmerton. Of course the shore plovers had been relocated so I settled for what I could make of the seascape.
Up the Southern side of the inlet, I saw a few white-faced herons and liked the contrast with the wave patterns and the glittering reflected sunlight.
From the same vantage point, some wildflowers begged for attention so I close my first day home with a splash of blue. I have no idea what they are.