A little further along the path I saw tiny birds flitting among the low shrubs. I paused, observing them closely so I could look them up in my bird book when I got home – a little chubbier than a wren, their brownish feathers had an olive green tinge in the sunlight and bronze colour at their breast. They turned out to be Brown Thornbills.
Another day, near the shelter shed at the start of the track to Den Fenella, there was similar shaped bird perched in the tree. This one had a full yellow underbelly – a Yellow Thornbill.
Amazing, a week ago I couldn’t have told you what a Thornbill looked like.
Words to Walk With:
Matthew 10:28-33 from Holy Bible – New International version
[Jesus said] “Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”