‘Waky, waky! Hands of snaky!’ the alarm rang. It is still dark outside.

Not your usual wake-up call as a group of magpies flocked into the eucalyptus tree near my bedroom window.

Singing the sweetest overtures an early morning has to offer.

First light at the break of dawn creeps in as mist crawls up the hillside.

Fog has built up overnight covering the valley below.

Some mornings I can’t see the forest for the trees.

No time for coffee as I dash out the door with Osmo Pocket in hand.

These capture the ghostly landscape scenes flawlessly on a Timelapse video.

Even ‘Skippy’ takes a moment to pause before skipping through the high grass.

These shy mammals are particularly skittish around us humans. Who can blame them?

Spiderwebs capture moisture like artistic strings, revealing intricate twines on the high wire.

Pristine and serene, delighted I am.

Yesterday’s thunder-and-lightning storms. delivered some relief for this dry land.

And a rainbow.

My window of opportunity is usually short-lived as the moisture evaporates into thin air before too long.

As does Ricky.

The view from up there is simply breathtaking.

Flying over and into the clouds is daunting as it is breathtaking.

Hillside islands assemble a rare horizontal landscape.

I don’t think that locals appreciate the world they live in.

The sounds of nature are clearly heard in the form of chirpy and cheerful birds.

And cows. Good moo-ning to all. Early mornings are a busy time for the animals, as they are for me. What kinda animal am I?

Occasionally the grunting sounds of kangaroos are audible. They spar off for breeding rights in tailwind manner.

Young ones start early much to the annoyance of their mothers.

No stopping yet, my feathered friends are waiting for breakfast. The early bird gets the biggest worm.

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