Native Wattlebirds are the best devices for making you get out of bed. I have had one bawling me at the crack of dawn for a fortnight now and the bugger shows no sign of sleeping-in himself in the near future. The scrawly call of the Wattlebird bellows through my bedroom window. A lovely Grevillia bush gives him his podium. Summer in the Kingswood being what it is, night heat demands an open window to sleep, or otherwise suffocate in the stiffling air of a locked up house. So January it seems is a time of little sleeping-in. Funny ( and somehow reassuring ) how nature can regulate the suburbs and the daily routines.
KT
