Something has changed with the local birds this season. They’re appearing more often in our yard, coming closer than ever before. Magpies wait with us while we finish our lunches. The secretive juvenile bowerbirds come bounding through the grass, diving from the bay tree. Not 5 minutes ago I watched Sulpher-crested cockatoos crawl above me along the translucent corrugated sheeting that connects the house to the garage, eating seeds from the drain pipes.
If it wasn’t already fairly obvious from the daily dropping temperatures of April — not yet over — I’d say that it’s a sign that we’re in for a long, cold, winter.