Today I woke to the laugh of a kookaburra, perched in the tree outside my bedroom window. Every note of his lunatic laugh sending shivers of delight down my spine. Each morning, I am greeted by the haunting, hollow tones of the Australian magpie, whistling and warbling words in a language known only to him. The trees here, green and lush with the promise of summer coming, are filled with the exotic symphony of birds strange to my ear, but who fill my heart with happy song. Although I am on foreign shores, I feel as if I've found home.