October, all my bags are packed ….
The time has arrived. It is the time of year when, out walking, I look anxiously over my shoulder or scan the trees ahead for danger. It is the time of year for which I have been training these last six months. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is magpie swooping (ie. breeding) season.
Don’t worry. This magpie is not preparing to swoop. It is just baby-magpie starving. Here is a gobful coming your way, little magpie.
The trick with magpies is that they are less likely to swoop if they recognise you as a friend or acquaintance. Some people feed them for that reason. Others are just on speaking terms with some of their regulars. Oh hello, is it me you’re looking for?
So I stick to the old, familiar routes. Nevertheless, there has been much to see and enjoy. The black and white birds have been out in force.
Hidden in the shadows, a chough nest.
A male white-winged triller sings nearby.
A pair of Rufous Whistlers romance one another.
It is all about the birds and the bees. Spring is like that.
However, if you are more interested in the weather, I can tell you that it has been foul. The wind has been unbelievably fierce, blowing either hot or freezing cold. It has whipped up dreadful bushfires across eastern Australia, which — combined with an ever worsening drought — have had a devastating impact on communities, wildlife and flora.
One day, the wind and dust was so severe that I didn’t want to get out of the car, but I remembered that on a similarly appalling day, I saw the beautiful red-capped robins. And? Look who my True Love and I saw this time. A juvenile red-capped robin! I was thrilled. It bore more than a passing resemblance to its debonair dad, don’t you think? (See He-Red Capped Robin).
As for our spring flowers, no sooner do their blossoms open, then the wind turns them into confetti. While in the local wilds, our native orchids are finding the drought conditions very tough, with scant few flowering. However, closer to the coast and in the alpine regions, where there has been a smidgeon of rain, a few orchids remain to be found. Not by me though. The terrain is too treacherous for one such as I.
Still, if I was a mountain goat, a brumby (invasive species) or a little fitter and thinner, the things I could see (and trample) ….. Shall we live vicariously?
So, I have been feeling mighty lonesome. Left all alone. With just a few noisy dogs. And my mosaic. I can feel a girls road trip coming on.
Last time I went on a road trip with my girlfriend, a man at the caravan park where we stayed, thought we were ‘in a relationship’. Not that there is anything wrong with that. Whatever turns him on, I guess. We must have looked like we were having too much fun. We were.
Now, as it is Friday, we need a big song to mark the end of one month and the start of another. I couldn’t resist. Enjoy.
Well cheerio, I had better get back to that …. mosaic. But first, coffee.
This is my response to The Changing Seasons — October photo challenge, hosted by the lovely Su Leslie at Zimmerbitch. Anyone can join in the challenge. It’s fun. Click on the link for details.