Social Distancing and Isolation....

Now we are all confined to our homes, I started wondering how other people are managing and living with an unexpected time of restrictions.
I found myself this morning, looking more closely at the every day things we live with. Let me start with my new bedroom...since Brian became very ill last September, I had to leave the marital bed and move into one of the spare bedrooms. I started sleeping with my cello as cellos don't have to get up numerous times a night to use the en suite, nor do they forget to turn off the light  ...and I do so need a good nights rest.....

 The beds in this room once upon a time were the beds John Dutton and his poet brother Geoffrey Dutton, slept in when they were boys living on Anlaby, their parents Merino sheep stud 10 miles from Kapunda. The beds are very narrow, only 80cm wide....and I have to tuck the sheets and blankets in tightly so I don't roll over and fall out.....The large painting of bright flowers I bought for my late sister Attie one afternoon coming back from a walk along Henley Beach beach. A woman was painting outside,on her verandah and I could not resist buying this bold painting for my sister. The little pictures are painted fabric with hand stitching done by moi.....

The recycled bath is sitting in its cage now ready to be surrounded by gravel and  soil so plants can be planted, the bath filled with water and water plants and fish to be put in from the pond..
I love water plants and really like looking at the fish in the pond. These ,by the way, are breeding up at the rate of knots and I see little groups of tiny black fish swimming about among the plants.

The crested pigeons were courting each other in front of the dining room window the other day. You never can tell who is who here, as they both display and fan out their tails,
showing lovely flashes of iridescent colours.
The males can be quite brutal with each other and will whack each other with their wings. This goes on for quite a while sometimes.

The Galah on the right here, sat in front of the window last Saturday and looked as though he was on his last legs. On his own and just sitting there looking miserable, yet an hour or so later he flew off when a noisy mob of his mates arrived.
Was it isolating itself too? did it know something might be afoot? It does come back to the pond to drink on its own from time to time, so perhaps it is an escapee.....seeking quiet, away from the maddening crowd......