June 11th – I had to pop into work late afternoon, and as sun tried to break through the generally overcast day, I stopped to look for my mates the coos at Jockey Meadows. 

At first, I thought they’d gone again, but I could smell them. The muddy field was freshly churned after the rain. I looked carefully.

The workforce was busy. Deep in the scrub or the water meadow, they were here and there, doing what they do best. 

Grazing, steadily. Getting the job done.