Framed in a dark brown floating frame.
At my last residence a family of 5 or 6 red tailed black tail Cockatoos would visit each year and camp in my tree for a few weeks. 500m away a friend had a matriarch tree on her property that I would converse with. I was looking for a new property and told the tree. She told me a black cockatoo had already sprouted another tree on a property in Queensland that was marked for me. On the edge of the cyclone belt, but not in it. She let me know when I found the correct one and then ensued an unseen battle to secure it. I nearly lost it 4 times. Just when I would think it was all good she would tell me 'the forces are at work and at Midday today things will go wrong again, but be without fear for the property is yours'. And sure enough so it would take place.
Finally when I was down to the wire and even my father began to lose hope and think maybe it wasn't meant for us (our mortgage broker kept forgetting to submit paperwork etc) I noticed a scrap bit of paper laying on the floor of some shop in town that happened to have an email address on it for someone in the CBA, the bank I was using to buy the place. There was no name in it so I wrote to them saying something like hi there please forgive me for emailing unannounced. I don't know who you are or what you do, but I'm desperately hoping you can somehow help me because my mortgage broker has almost cost me the home I'm trying to purchase 4 times and I don't know if we're going to make it...
The man at the other end rang me from Melbourne immediately, and with 3 business days left and all at a seeming loss he had me send every bit of paper I owned to him, told me to ring specific people and say specific sentences to them I didn't understand (I had to write them down due to their complexity), he rang my solicitor and he rang the then owner's solicitors, told everyone what to do and when (he worked through the nights for me as it was all such a mess, the enemy forces did their best), and single handedly by 1600 hours on the dot, right when the out bell was due to toll on that fateful Monday, he saved it all.
To this day I don't know what he does for a job. And it doesn't matter. We've become friends. He said to me that 'the moment I heard you speak on the phone I knew that you were someone special, we find those people occasionally, and I knew that by divine order I was meant to help you'.
And that, my friends, is the story of the property I now live on that I named before I even arrived. I was still in NSW when I named it 'Black Cockatoos' Rest'.