Wow, it poured down last night, and the wind was trying to blow itself inside out, I think. 72 km per hour, but I think some of the gusts were a lot more. I had to batten the hatches in the studio, as it was directly in the line of fire, siting on top of the bank overlooking the river... I put plastic on the sills to direct the water back out instead of all over my artworks!
It came from a different direction to the last one, so the bamboo got a hammering, and there're leaves all over the lawn, roof, chockka in the gutters (grr - I just cleaned them out!) - and a big cane crashed down, just catching the edge of the verandah where it still lies this morning.
Luckily I hadn't swept the new drive yet:
Far too late for eggs, so not a tragedy as spring storms can be, this nest fell out of the bamboo. I can see where a little bamboo twig has been used to support it. I don't know who made it, possibly a sparrow.
What I did notice, that gave my heart a little lurch, was that incorporated in with the palm fibres and moss, is some fine, grey animal hair. Given that I would always put our little dog Shelly's fluff outside when I groomed her, I expect that's where it came from. Awww. Dust to dust, op-shop to op-shop*, hair to nest.
* What my daughter and I always say when some garment, bought from the op-shop, is finally discarded and returned.