It is a bit late for my December Changing Seasons post, but better late than never.
I think I am glad to see the back of December. It was such a hot, steamy month. Nevertheless, a month of storms meant it was very productive in the garden. Hence, we had many visitors of the feathered kind.
The cherries ripened. The currawongs and the blackbird ate them all. The blueberries ripened. The currawongs and dogs ate them all. The raspberries ripened. The little birds ate them all, but I managed to nab a small handful. Delicious. No photos, trying to economise as I ran out internet before Christmas (therefore the late post).
We rotated the veggie patch. Our pumpkins and zucchinis are climbing over the old swing set and gazebo frame. Our aim is to create some shade across our windows. A curious crimson rosella visited to check out the new arrangements. The dogs went wild.
We got some heavy downpours and the Yass River flooded.
My love and I went for a sticky beak.
The white-plumed honey eater enjoyed the change.
Despite the rain, dust hung thickly in the air.
Frankly, it was too hot for me (and my ankles). And for this wattle bird chick too. I heard excited peeping when I filled the bird bath.
A cockatoo was also curious about what I was up to.
For those of you interested in news of the possum, New Year’s Eve was heartbreaking. We had shut the garage door when possum left the previous evening. At 5am when possum returned, he was distraught at not being able to gain entry. We almost relented. A magpie told him off and he ran away. I hope he found somewhere safe to camp.
This is my contribution to The Changing Seasons monthly photo challenge hosted by Su Leslie from Zimmerbitch. Click on the link to join in the fun.