We used to awake at sunrise. Then Lila turned up and reset our clock. At 4am in the pitch black, we’d hear her plaintive cry. Poor starving puppy. It was breakfast time. And I’d dutifully stumble downstairs to meet her needs. As the months ticked over, however, like all adolescents she started sleeping in, but her humans remained on the exacting schedule. We soon found ourselves waking her.

The other morning Lila and I wandered up the slope behind our house to watch the rustred tips of dawn creep across the horizon. A delicate display accompanied by birdsong. Most noteworthy the cackle of kookaburras. A sound akin to the call of a jungle primate. Staccato and throaty. Often performed as a chorus with each family member singing a part. A daybreak distinctively Australian.