Spring Sunset in a plain north-western suburb in deep southern Australia. Crows grow quiet. Various chirpy be-speckled small birds wonder whether to fly back to the new spring nests now or eat a few more seeds. They discuss this point. They note that it is safe to stay awhile. The big sky, mostly blue, is instantly cold with the slow departure of the yellowy unbuttered still wintry sun. House bricks absorb the last of the warmth for the trailing day. The TV news is telling people who they should dislike and fear today. Oh, it's China again. No surprises there, as we only get our opinions from America these days, and America is always afraid of someone. The radio babbles away with songs about girls just wanting to have fun. The world is moving into economic recession. In an hour, or so, the late, tired, low paid commuters will come home here to the gentle quiet.