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.
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