There's a tree outside my window that really shows to me that autumn's here. Every March, after a short burst of late summer white flowers, its branches suddenly weigh heavily with scarlet berries. I wake up one morning and the tree is laden and sagging overnight. They're not edible berries (at least for me), but for the short period the berries appear, birds eat them from dawn to dusk. They're usually wattle birds, but sometimes there are pigeons, blackbirds and Indian minars. It's pleasant to watch the birds, usually so territorial and aggressively loud, eat berries together and then laze sated under the tree in the afternoon sun.
