A time of drying out and regeneration, of removing moribund material and watching as the landscape changes. A change that is as crucial as the rainfall or sunshine, for without it there would not be a support system for all the micro and macro eco-systems that make up this wonderful, grand eco-system. Seas of grass dry out and turn golden, water systems slowly dwindle, and rivers and waterholes that glinted and reflected light and life turn to dried out scars and dustbowls, causing wrinkles and pockmarks on what seemed to be an unblemished surface. Fires sweep across the plains, burning quickly as the dead, dry grasses burn. Smoke and ash fill the air, attracting birds from miles away that come to feed on the fleeing insects. Almost as soon as the fire has moved off animals start moving onto the blackened moonscape, feeding on burnt bark and grass, extracting minerals that they sometimes battle to obtain during the rest of the year. Storm clouds are already gathering in the east, preparing to wash the skies and settle the dust. To soak the burnt nutrients back into the earth and start the new growth.