Heres mine.
When I was young and used to go pig hunting with my old man, we would get up early for the 1 hr drive and have a big feed of bacon and eggs.
He would cook the food and then come and tap me on the foot to wake me and I would get up, we'd eat the fry up and drive off.
A few days after he passed on, I got this tap on my foot.
It didnt scare me or anything like that, but I knew it was him.
He used to love Tui's and would point them out religously when we hunted. Nowadays they dive bomb me in a flit of feathers and speed, I know who they are.
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