‘Keow, Keow’, sings the tui as the sun shines golden  at the end of day. ‘Keow, Keow’, and then a single, pure high note. The tui’s song is full of hope. Maybe she’s singing for a mate, or maybe just for the sheer joy of it.
I’m reminded that spring delivers, not just shocks and jolts, but also gifts of pleasure. My day was spent dealing with a burst pipe inside the wall. It’s fixed, leaving gaping holes in both kitchen and bathroom. But after a day without water, I now marvel at the way it gushes forth when I turn on the tap.
It’s the same with the song of the tui in the flame tree. After so much stormy weather, with not a bird to be heard, I am now being gifted an exquisite serenade.