I happened to glance down at my neighbors washing line this afternoon, these lovely cockeys (pink gallahs/cockatoos) were all waiting so patiently. My neighbour feeds the native birds and these beautiful birds pop in to wait on the clothes line regularly.
Why is it that we humans, and me especially, are so bad at waiting. Last week I was on hold waiting for help from my bank, 15 minutes into a 38 minute wait on hold ("We are sorry for the delay, all our operators are busy. Your call is important to us, we will be with as soon as possible."), I realised that I had a portable phone, a good novel and the means to make a cup-of-tea. Here was a chance to chill without feeling guilty.