It's a wonderful morning in the Halfwit Sundays.
I've been up since 4.30 sitting on the top deck with a cup of coffee, watching the early morning light gild the gum trees and the sky fill with rosy pink clouds scudding in from the east, pulling the sun behind them.
The magpie dawn chorus is in full swing, interspersed by the plovers piping their shrill defence of their sole remaining chick, still at the mercy of the sharp-beaked kookaburras.
In turn, the kookaburras, up since first light at 3.45, are sitting in groups in the scribbly gums by the side of the house. I'm not sure if they are laughing at me or the plovers, but something is hilarious, that's for sure.
At the bottom of the road I can see the calm water of the bay and across to Garden Island. The nor'wester is no longer in evidence and the water is flt calm and blue.
It's a good morning in the Halfwits.