December in Canberra (Australia) – So many babies; so much grass; a lot of cutting, over-committed and Christmas.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am so very tired this month. I bet you know the feeling. It has been a long year and December has been super busy. Apart from the usual mundane activities, furniture shopping and mosaic production, I did get out a couple of times into my local area for relaxation. I was surprised by how many babies I saw. Tis the season I guess. Let’s look at some.
Here is a mother wood duck with a few of her babies, and I mean a few. She had about a dozen ducklings scrambling after her.
The Eurasian coote family spend some quiet time together.*
I was chiacked by a magpie lark. I soon spotted the reason why. This fluffy little magpie lark was fresh out of the nest. What a face! I bet it will tell off a few people when it is older.
I wasn’t the only one being chiacked. The young magpie had to run for cover from a swooping Willie Wagtail.*
Willie Wagtail chicks wait for mummy dearest to return.*
Young crimson rosellas are so mellow.*
A young eastern rosella is so yellow.
We could almost watch the grass grow, it grew so fast. The Australasian grebe sat high and mostly dry on its nest.*
Meanwhile a fresh outbreak of coronavirus (shorthand for SARS-Cov2), this time to our north, left Christmas up in the air. Much closer to home, a Little Red flying fox colony was in full swing.* We suspected its return when the flap of wings alerted us to a blossom party taking place in our bottlebrush tree late at night.
Despite the pandemic, life went on and the rabbits bred like rabbits. Tis always rabbit season. The two kittens were brave enough to venture out.* They were much braver than me.
“Cut it out,” I hear you say. So I did.
See here for the completed work.
We are not big on celebrating Christmas in our household. In a fit of enthusiasm or guilt, I purchased a rather large fruit cake. However, in a moment of questionable judgement, I relented and prematurely let the boys at it. Fearing an empty pantry and no fruit cake come Christmas day, I compounded my mistake by buying an exceptionally large and exceptionally awful pavlova. Everyone agreed that it looked good.
So December started with a bang and ends with a fizzle. That’s fine with me. I’ll choose ordinary over exceptional any day, month or year.
I can’t leave December without making a couple of comments and acknowledgements. Firstly, I would like to thank everyone who joined me on the blog this year. Your visits, comments and support mean a lot to me. Further, I thank my fellow hosts of the Ragtag Daily Prompt – Heather, Katherine, R, Brian, Emily, Punam, Christine and Ping. They have kept the prompt going each day throughout this very difficult year. Special thanks also goes to my True Love who contributes his beautiful photos to my blog. Finally, it would be remiss of me not to acknowledge the huge loss of life and hardship brought about by the pandemic. Blogs I follow are now silent. Few have been unaffected.
My interactions in the blogosphere have taught me that chronic illness, disability and old age are no barriers to making a valuable contribution to public life. Our community is stronger and healthier when our voices are heard.
Best wishes for 2021, ladies and gentlemen. My new year wish is for the Covid vaccination program to be well received, rolled out widely and rapidly so that we can begin to heal from the trauma of this year. I hope that essential workers across the world receive the recognition and thanks they deserve, but more than that, I hope they receive our support in the form of decent pay and conditions, job security, and the resources they need to do their jobs safely and effectively. My final wish is for the global community, and especially the laggards like the Australian government, to waste no time getting on with the urgent task of tackling climate change and other threats to our world and wellbeing.
*Photo taken by my True Love