The birds frolic outside my office window, moving so fast that I'm unable to capture pictures of them. Fantails. Wooded sparrows. Magpies. Silver eyes. I'm sure that the trees directly outside my house have been come their nests. A few of them have likely made the thorn bushes on the other side of the fence their home.

Across the street, the pukekos meander around as they feed on the bugs found under the ground. Occasionally, they'll take to a short flight, moving away from whatever is coming their way—including the amateur photographer.