Waking Up...

                                             The Bronze-wing Pigeon

                                               Booms Day into Existence

                                               Red the Morning Sun 

Return of the Tawney Frogmouth

It is with great pleasure that I can report the fact that the Tawney Frogmouth has returned to build and use a nest in the big Ashtree above the little workshop. They used that site for several years but a couple of years ago the limb they had chosen to build on was brought down in a huge storm. They then built a nest not far away in a gumtree and raised a couple of chicks there for a couple of seasons. Then last year they went elsewhere and we did not see them for a while. So I was delighted to see on Friday when I was hanging out the washing, to see he was making a nest and yesterday he was sitting on it.

Underneath the tree is the little work shop which

has been humming with activity as the restoration of a 1923 Chevie little truck is in full swing. Two mates are busy now wondering why the motor just won't fully engage.....Is it the carburettor or the distributor which is at fault.....

Me thinks the dear little truck has been asleep for so long it doesn't want to wake up and face this modern technical world with its shiny gadgets and fast pace.....    Endless fun and a great therapeutic exercise for warding off depressions....

Is the next photo a representation of a Covid cluster? Let me know what you think it may be....and remember to click on the photos to get a closer look....        

 

Is Winter Waning?

                                             Winter Holds Open

                                               The Door for Spring who Pauses

                                                Plum Blossom Does Not 

Haiku for Those in Lock Down

                                             Receive this Image

                                                As a Gift to Reverse the 

                                                Covid of this Day

Haiku for Monday and All Those in Lock Down

                                             Calmness of the Morn

                                                Reflects Sensuous Tree Limbs

                                                Bronze wing Booms Loudly

Haiku for Robyn in Melbourne Lock Down

                                             Ready to Explode

                                             White Faced Heron Intense

                                               Frogs Know How to Hide....

Juvenile Brown Snakes and Other Surprises

Last Sunday, the first of August, which  also happens to be the Race Horses' Birthday, we had a family lunch at our place.

In between courses, some of us wandered outside to look at the garden while it wasn't raining...what a surprise to see a young juvenile Brown snake wriggling along in the meager  sunshine. I suppose having dispatched two adult snakes early in the year which had entangled themselves in the Grannie Smith apple tree nets, I guess they have left a batch of eggs somewhere and one has hatched....will there be more soon?

Life will be interesting this coming summer...

Yesterday I decided to start clearing out some of my craft books and in among them was a magazine with patterns for making Teddy Bears....I made a couple some years ago and remembered I had some of the fabric left....but where had I seen that last? Was it here? was it there? Rummaging through other cupboards and finding bags with "stuff" I suddenly found one with Greg's little Teddy bear dating back to 1963...Now I thought I had sent it with his brother Gordon's Teddy, to Gidgegannup which of course got burnt in the bushfire there on the 1st of February this year...so what joy to find it and not only that but my little celluloid baby doll which came with us from Holland in 1952....Plus Harry's school cap which Gordon thought he had also lost in the fire. The school cap goes back to 1917 or there about. Harry was sent to this posh Grosvener House prep school in Harrogate England......

The photo of Greg and Gordon with the little lamb was taken at Hughes Park around 1966. Sadly Greg was killed on his motorbike Easter Sunday 1980 so it is doubly pleasing to find his little bear.

In the back ground of the photo you can just see the roof of the meat shed above Gordon's head. It was where the wethers were slaughtered and the meat hung overnight to be cut down and delivered to every one on the station each Thursday...I had to cut up half the carcass allotted to us all, make mince with the hand mincer etc etc....

Where has the time gone????