the sound of magpies and pigeons (?) in the morning is a quintessentially australian morning for me. i’m often disorientated if i do not hear this when i am up in the mornings. as someone that was not born here i can’t help but frame it that way. once it was the sound of the ocean. another time the sound of trains. then cars. cows. footsteps. the warbling of the magpies was from when i lived in a caravan park. it was where i first fell in love and also fell in love with the stars. we would lie on the rooftops of different caravans and look at the stars that we had dedicated to ourselves holding each others hand. to this day i can still find them.