This is a place of shared living. We share so many of our spaces here with the animal world. This little wallaby sat in a public car park not far from a sign that read 'don't feed the wildlife'. They know we come with food and we like to share. Why scrounge for food when there's a perfectly good food hamper with enough to go round. Hand over the scones you scumbags. Previously I shared only my bed and attention with our two housebound family members of the dog and cat variety but now this list has grown. A family of starlings have moved into the chimney in our bedroom. The 6am flapping of wings and feeding of noisy chicks wakes us most mornings. I'm hoping this is not the generation that decides to enjoy the comforts of home for too long. Our backyard is shared with a community of chickens including devoted roosters, hens and chicks of all ages. No sooner is a pile of earth pitched with a fork then they're all in for the picking and dividing of snails from dirt. Good work my friends. On a mild night we share a roof with a Cossack dancing possum and the birds who insist on roosting inside the back shed remain regardless of Minnie our farm cat who watches with much interest. The white duck with the lame leg still comes for the odd sleep over when the prospect of a long limp back to the dam seems too much. And everyday I put out the supply of water bowls for the troops as cat, dog, chickens and ducks all share the same bowls to drink. A still morning brings the green parrots who zip across the trees sounding like a squeezed rubber duckie and you can hear the magpie babies demanding food until a parent shoves something down their throats until they are quiet. Food and shelter for all. And very cheap rent.
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