Here’s a poem from my 2013 visit to Bundanon …
Yesterday, while brushing my teeth, I heard a noise outside.
From the bathroom window I watched a crow
desperately trying to get into the Dorothy Porter studio;
tapping its beak on the glass, hurling its body against the door.
Later, wanting to know what all the fuss was about,
I walked across to the studio.
Nothing but an empty room.
But as I stood inside the white-walled, wooden-floored space,
I began vocalising to the sound of aahh,
and, because of rich acoustics,
my voice was unexpectedly beautiful –
as sweet as bird-song.
No wonder the crow wanted to break in.