Mid-summer, Canberra (Australia) – Incidents and grass aplenty, as well as much catatonic lounging.
I suppose if you want a quiet life you wouldn’t have pets, children or partners. You certainly wouldn’t have Covid and all the stress and interruption to life that involves. Thankfully there has been an absence of Covid in Canberra over January, otherwise how would we have dealt with all the medical appointments and emergencies. Carefully, I guess.
I don’t suppose my True Love (TL) and I would have gotten out of bed before noon during January if it weren’t for the week of doggy diarrhoea from the red dogs, followed by days of hospital visits to take our other dog (Makea) from the emergency vet (for nighttime care) to our regular vet (for daytime care) and back again, then repeat. Meanwhile, the vegetable garden continued to need tending despite the veggies refusal to grow. Rainy, grey days put a dampener on the veggie patch. Our pumpkin vines have not produced a single pumpkin and many tomatoes have split as a result of the last downpour. The most delicious looking tomatoes have been consumed by hungry rodents. However, the grass is green and nearby dams are full so that is something. As the month ends, all is well.
January was all about small pleasures and golden waves, and making photos when the sun finally shone.
Afternoon sun shines through smoke bush and warms me inside.
A lot can change in a year. Then
I can’t see the snakes through the grass and the trees, but thankfully the only thing biting into my ankles are spiky grass seeds. I much prefer curls and waves.
Endangered Superb Parrots nest in the hollows of trees in our city reserves. Recent research indicates that there may be far fewer suitable breeding hollows for superb parrots then previously estimated (see here).
Shy and delightful, superb parrots find and provide respite.*
Speaking of hollows, this one is just right for baby galahs.
Heavens above, what is that noise?
On the other hand, you can have too many Noisy Miners. The noisy miner is bold, abundant and demands hollows too. Actually, it demands dominion over all. ln 2014, native noisy miners were declared a Key Threatening Process under Australian environmental legislation (the EPBC Act). Last year, my TL and I visited a local site where a critically-endangered Regent Honeyeater had been seen. This year the same site was inundated with noisy miners. I cannot imagine a Regent Honeyeater being permitted to stop over now.
Shortages be damned, I’ll take what’s rightfully mine. I’ll have it all.*
It has been a good year for magpie-larks.*
Baby magpie-larks stand their ground.
Strut their stuff like miniature storm troopers.
I continue my love affair with Eastern Rosellas (second photo taken by my TL).
Watch and learn.
After a day at the office, juvenile red-rumped grass parrots pull up a perch.
It’s thirsty work.
My TL found some native bees tucked inside some tiny bluebells in our lawn. Shortly thereafter, my son mowed said lawn. Now that was a surprise …. We found more elsewhere.
Now, about those snakes …
Afternoon sun breaks through canopy and warms me inside.*
As day ends, the scent of peppermint eucalyptus leaves on morrow’s rain keeps me going.
Ladies and gentlemen, I urge you to find whatever keeps you going.
This is my response to The Changing Seasons – January 2021 photo challenge hosted by the lovely Su at Zimmerbitch (link to be provided shortly). I’m also joining in with the Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Stay true, stay kind and stay safe, everyone.
*Photo taken by my TL.