As ‘Melbourne kids’ we’d squeal with delight on road trips to our grandparents house whenever we spotted top-notch pigeons balancing precariously on the power lines.
Animals are resourceful and will find a way enjoy even the ugliest of gardens.
We don’t often appreciate the nature of urban areas. ‘Nature? What nature? No nature here. I live in the city’…
The prehistoric cry rings out, like something from Jurassic park. I rush to the nearest window or out to the yard like a kid to the Mr. Whippy van. My cockatoos are coming!
Essentially, urban possums are playing a game of ‘the floor is made of lava’.
There’s something delightful about a ladybird.