Tineke's Haiku for Tuesday

                                                 Decay can be so

                                                  Glorious in its colour

                                                   Black earth and grey chips 

Tineke's haiku for Saturday

                                                    Autumn paints the heart 

                                                    Of Harvested Shiraz vines

                                                    Their Sap Glorious Wine
 

Tineke's Haiku for Wednesday

                                                Evening soft light

                                                Sepia coloured Hay bales

                                                Drifting white grey clouds....

 

Tineke's Haiku for Tuesday

                                                 Lazy heat in March

                                                Dry cracks in the ground signal

                                                Longings for much rain

Tineke's Haiku for Monday

                                                 Mobs of Corellas

                                                Like snow on the Hay paddock

                                                Seeds have no Future

Tineke's Haiku for Saturday

                                                Magpies Carolling

                                                Sun faint on the Horizon

                                                A New Day ahead

Tineke's Haiku for Wednesday

                                                 Harvesting Walnuts

                                                Beating the Sulpher Crested

                                                They can eat Gum nuts

Tineke's haiku for Tuesday

                                                 Paint Lilies emerge

                                                  New Holland Honeyeater

                                                    Feasts on its nectar 

Tineke's Haiku for Monday

                                                 Goldfish swim in shoals

                                                   Intensely focussed

                                                    White faced Heron 

Tineke's Haiku for Saturday

                                                 Parenthood for Birds

                                                Protecting their young offspring

                                                Such Anxiety

Near Death Experience....

Well, yesterday there was a terrific bang on the dining room window. It is usually a bird which cannot distinguish the glass as it tries to hurry through to the next scene which is the other side of the house.... the windows line up with the other side of the house and shows the garden beyond.... So I went out to find what bird it was this time.The bird is a Rainbow Lorikeet and there it was, feet in the air and appeared to be dead as a Dodo.

When I trained my camera on it to record it's beautiful colours, I noticed it breathing and with the click of the photo being taken, suddenly righted itself and asked where it was..."Where am I " it seemed to say.

It sat for a little while and I was able to take more

photos as it recovered its breath.Then suddenly it decided , enough of posing for photos and shuffled about a bit and got ready for take off.

Finally it flew of shrieking furiously and joined its noisy mates up in the flowering gum trees. I wondered for a while why the parrot families have such harsh and penetrating voices.

I think perhaps the Creator of this bird, having painted it in such beautiful colours, said to it," you are gorgeously adorned and to stop you from becoming a totally, selfish and self opinionated bird you can only make a harsh and shrieking sounds. I have given the melodious voices to the more drab looking birds, like the Thrush which is clothed in plain dove grey feathers and the Magpie in its lovely black and white evening dress it wears all day as well".

 Oh, just indulge me....

The apricot water lily has been flowering for a few days, Brian would have been pleased to see it , as he bought it specially... the Yellow fringe lilies are there too . Underneath but not visible are a large number of Gold fish, so the White face Heron has not swallowed them all... sadly it may have eaten all the frogs as I don't hear any frog noise at all now at night.....nothing to amuse me at four in the morning....

Tineke's haiku for Thursday

                                                            Some trees cannot cope

                                                            With Black ,split, cracking  clay soil

                                                            Longing for Sand and Rain
 

Tineke's Haiku for Wednesday

                                                Stillness for Today

                                                No wind, no cloud or birdsong

                                                Music without Notes
 

Tineke's Haiku for Tuesday

                                                 Blue Infinity

                                                Gum tree branches paint green clouds

                                                Rainbow Lorikeets