March — Australia creeps toward lockdown. The weather is good but.
Warning: this story contains many bird and nature photos.
It seems an age ago that the smoke of bushfires polluted my lungs and we hunkered down for the summer in our small abode. Then the drought broke and the new corona virus reached our shores, causing chaos and disruption, and threatening to kill a generation. I confess that my summer experience made me hyper-vigilant for danger. Like the virus, my preparations and anxieties gathered momentum as March marched in.
Ready to take flight.
Ready to hide.
We have been through a lot and need a break.
The sun shines, the water gleams.
So from their hidey holes they swarm.
As sun-worshippers are to Bondi Beach,
so are flies to newly filled dams.
Uncaring? Unaware? No place to call home?
Social distancing not in the lexicon.
So a silent killer stalks and survives.
Pardon me if I get in a flap when you fail to keep your distance.
Life is hard being together. Harder being alone.
Everyone needs a Nurse Fluffy.
Everyone needs a home.
And everyone needs a cockatoo or two to
come knocking at your door to see what they can see.
Yes, cockatoos are compulsory. They keep you sane.
And chocolate. Also vegemite. Singing. Friends too. All necessary.
So how I am feeling? Not great. I’ve got a dry cough, a sore throat, a runny nose and shortness of breath. In an ideal world, anyone with a sniffle would be tested but I don’t meet the criteria. I imagine it is just hayfever. The grasses have gone bonkers with recent rains. I did take many more lovely photos of our wildlife during March, and had many interesting visitors to the garden. I also completed a small mosaic. I will share these with you in due course since I’ve resigned myself to not going out for exercise (aka photography). People seem to be spatially challenged.
This is my response to The Changing Seasons — March 2020 photo challenge, hosted by the lovely Su at Zimmerbitch. I am also combining this challenge with my Friday Song Day, and the Ragtag Daily Prompt – Lonely.
Take care, ladies and gentlemen. I will leave you with this song of hope for the future.
Four of the photos in this series were taken by my True Love, so a joint effort. My True Love is not coping at all well with the confinement and his new work arrangements.