I was glad to see this tiny patch of native moss among the giant south American exotics. Even better the clue to another species of birds to discover …

A scribbled sculptural form …

One a a pair of twins …

Its mate. They guard a pebbled through-way

In Brazil, or wherever they originate, there would’ve been a froglet living in the little pool in the heart of the floret. More on them after I re-read Wings by Terry Pratchett (1990).