Thank you for all your kind words. I have found it difficult to revisit the last post. The thought of that cheeky little feathered bugger still makes me tear up. Things will be OK though. The new old house moves on and brings a smile to my face when I least expect it.
It has been a wild and woolly wet weekend here in Queensland. An ex tropical cyclone has tracked down the coast dumping hundreds and hundreds of millimeters of rain. My town is about to flood again. We are safe on our hill but my heart goes out to those who will lose their homes and possessions to the water and mud for a second time in two years. With gale force winds and horizontal rain there was little we could do on this Australia Day long weekend, so we worked on the house. Scraping, scraping, scraping away the paint to expose the bricks in the breezeway. A slow process but, I hope, a worthwhile one. Then I found this under layers of old paint. A little drawing of a bird in flight left there a long, long time ago. Even if I hate the “shabby” exposed brick and decide to repaint I’ll leave this small part of the wall just as it is. For Puki.