Southern Emu Wren

Swiftly running through the long, dewy grass, like a little mouse.

Dashing through the blades of grass followed by about 20 other birds.

On the hunt for any sort of insect or spider.

The silence is broken by the roaring wind, brushing against their feathers.

Swerving around the large tree stumps and rocks, that have half sunk in the sloppy mud.

Only 4000 left, trying to survive all by themselves.

Struggling to find insects through the slush-like dirt.

It has only been an hour since they last ate but their stomachs still want more.

I observe quietly as they zoom across the damp soil, leaving tiny footprints behind them.

I wonder, what is going on in their minds at this very moment.

They all begin to leap onto a certain spot on the ground.

I rest back in my chair, as they carry multiple little bugs across the outback, back to their nests.

Laying in their nests are many babies chirping, begging for food.

The larger birds drop the food down into their baby’s mouths.

They are left with not a single thing to have for themselves.

What amazing parents… The Southern emu wren.