A the edge of dawn I sit ensconced in my coccoon of sheets, tucked into my nest in the canopy. The morning trickles down over the far side of the ridge and into the gully. To the eye, everything is stillness, but the air is alive with birdsong, invisible waves that ripple down through the valley.
The minutes drip drop with the viscosity of honey, so I take my time with each task – slicing my apple into segments, savouring the sensation as the knife glides through the flesh, the sweetness and crunch between my teeth.

Hi everybody, from high up on a tree sit platform in “Rock Steady”. Something about rope assisted climbing is the transition from the type of security/safety you feel hanging above the abyss on just your ropes and harness to putting all your weight on branches

Bulga treesit day 25 No rain o/night,
temp fluctuating warm/cool. heard black cockatoos in the rain yesterday morning, probably yellow tails, the red tail Glossies have been even rarer to spot since the big fires hammered their Casurina feed trees.