If you didn’t believe in God before you came to live in the bush, it’s hard not to once you get here. Look at this. A typical dawn, with mist rolling over the fields from the river towards the homestead. Often we’ll see kangaroos feeding in the mist – when the feed further out gets thin during a drought. The soundtrack to this scene is the chiming call of the Butcher Bird, the bloodthirsty executioner with the choirboy sweet-song. Seeing a Butcher Bird in action, eating an Indian Myna from the backside first, while the unfortunate bird is still alive and protesting is to see where the Devil fits in to God’s plan.
What I can’t show you here is the canopy of stars at night, like dust strewn across the sky. Awe-inspiring. City people never see the skies the way country people do. It is easier to get a sense of creaturehood when you live out here. You can feel small and very connected with the whole shebang.
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