We have had two cormorants visiting lately. They come to fish in the dams, and even if they have eaten all the Silver Perch they are quite happy with eels, frogs and crustaceans.
Little Pied Cormorant (Phalacrocorax melanoleucos) preening under the overhanging wattle tree.
Great Cormorant (Phalacrocorax carbo) walking over the grass because he is too full and wet to fly. When food is plentiful these large birds can eat so much they have to wait and hour or so before flying.
Birds are naturally grateful, living in nature they accept plenty when it is available and they feast on little when that is all there is. Oh to be more like a bird, so trusting and unafraid, resting in their own divine nature.
Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend.