In the shining morning light, the Purple-crowned Fairy Wren swirls and twirls through thin tree branches that bend like long bony witch fingers,

 

From a distance I admire the bird enjoying its time in the soft blue sky with enormous fluffy clouds like cotton candy at a fair.

 

As the sun starts to dip behind the clouds I see the purple-crowned fairy wren scramble around the forest floor for food, trying to scavenge for almond-shaped seeds with its small beak. 

 

I  make a crackling sound with my stepping on a twig. The bird flies away with no hesitation and a look of caution in its eyes. 

As the sun tries to beam its last rays the little wren finds shelter in a tree.

The thick-leafed tree hides this little bird as he settles for a rest amongst the safety of the branches, 

getting ready for a new day to begin.