It now appears there is a Wolf in the garden.Sitting on the path, his tail slowly sweeping from side to side, he watched a Bronzewing pigeon drink from the bird bowl. When it hopped down into the flower bed, he gave chase. With a clatter of wings the bird flew off and landed in the lower branches of a gum tree. He sat down and inclining his head drank from the bowl too, as if to say 'You are welcome to share, but this is My Place.'
I watched this little drama through the kitchen window. The washing up forgotten, my wet hands grabbing the camera from the counter.