This morning I woke up early, very sad.
My knees have both died, so both will need to be replaced. This will be 2 major surgical procedures, each with a 2-3 month recovery.
How will I get through that, especially with not being able to go for walks?
As I lay there, sadness tugging at my belly, I heard black cockatoo calls approaching. There were lots of them – it must be one of the western suburbs flocks! How wonderful! I jumped out of bed and raced onto the balcony to watch.
They landed in the gum trees and the tamarisk in our back yard, feeding, calling and preening each other. There were definitely a number of pairs there.
What if I managed to find a nesting box to attach to one of our gum trees? They might be able to make babies then. The reason they are dying out is that the big old gum trees that have nesting holes big enough for them have been chopped down.
Even with my dodgy knees I can make this happen!