Observation post

It's a somnolent summer Sunday afternoon. The camping mattresses are on the bricks under the coprosma. Hits of the 70s waft from the speaker hanging outside. Ants bustle to and fro, carrying enormous bits of detritus into a crack in the wall, which doubtless houses an army of these frenetic insects.
Overhead, the Cape White Eyes hop about in the branches, gorging themselves on the juicy orange berries, dropping sticky pips which will later be painfully tramped into the house via the soles of my feet.
Red-wing starlings whistle from the treetops, cocking a snook at the attempt of a sparrowhawk to snatch one from flight. Not so lucky a small pigeon, whose feathers lie scattered across the lawn, soon to line the nest of a tiny field mouse waiting in the safety of the shadow of the hedge.
Mango Kitty slinks sinuously along a branch, sights set on unwary prey.
A sheet of cloud appears overhead, its movement imperceptible.
A little like mine.