'Still here'I've written about this old tree before and now have taken to documenting it's decay. Dog and I walk past it most mornings and each day another bough or scrap of bark has fallen to the bush floor.
Grey and pink Cockatoos roost in the upper branches and Kookaburras swoop in to perch on the twiggy ends. We tread carefully Dog and I, the dying branches are called 'Widow makers'.