Those plovers live a precarious life don’t they?
I saw a mum and dad bird on the road last night with their wings arched wide.
They were bravely squawking to protect the lives of their gorgeous fluff ball babies – running across the highway on tiny little legs.
I’m not sure why these feathered friends put themselves under so much pressure, but it does make me wonder if my decisions sometimes put myself and those around me under the same kind of stress.
I am undeniably drawn to the challenge of a good fund-raiser, so last Thursday the Chaplaincy Committee accepted the honour of providing afternoon tea to celebrate the 90th anniversary of the incredible Royal Flying Doctor Service.
What a pleasure it was to find the head of the organisation had travelled up the highway to Horsham to thank loyal donors, and what a delight to provide a lovely afternoon tea for those 90 devoted supporters.
The whole celebration was a joy from start to finish.
I, however, was not worth being around for the 24 hours leading up to the welcome speeches.
You know how there is that time when all the preparation and planning you can possibly do is complete, and you just need to get to the venue and start putting cloths on tables?
I got to the point where I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the moment when I could start filling milk jugs and plating lemon slice.
My head was so full of detail about oven size, the number of pastries that needed heating and how to get the food out of the kitchen at just the right time that I couldn’t think about eating myself.
My poor girls were living in a house full of food that they weren’t allowed to taste – looking at 200 savoury bites but finding nothing to put in their lunchboxes.
Undoubtedly, pressure of preparation for the event was well worth the enjoyment of sharing a little piece of Royal Flying Doctor Service history.
The founder of the organisation, Reverend John Flynn, aimed to minister to the spiritual, social and medical needs of people in the Outback.
The service he started has protected the lives of countless Australians nationally for 90 years via the wings of aviation.