After a beautiful day yesterday we woke to the pitter patter of rain outside this morning, the thousands of birds in the surrounding woodlands and forrests would not be silenced by this, they simply whistled on, squawking and chirping an unending stream of chatter amongst themselves. Even as some thunder gently rolled in from Myola and Husskison they increased their beautiful noise as if nothing was happening. Tis a nice way to wake up on a Sunday morning.