Coming from the city to live in the country has been surprising. After a view of a busy harbour, the roar of traffic noise and smoky air, we now have relative quiet. Instead of waking to ferry horns, we are startled out of bed by the cuckoo shrike calling its mate at 5.00am. Then the Kookaburras join in and have a good laugh, at our expense I feel. But it is nice to look out the window and see a rabbit hop by and the wild ducks on the stream. The neighbour's chickens stalk our lawn, providing wonderful eggs. I miss the theatres in the city though, and choosing a movie I wish to see rather than the few on offer here. The shops, the cafe's and restaurants too. One can't have everything, the air is wonderful, and oh, I have to go, there's a possum knocking at the backdoor for fruit.