Ladies and gentlemen, words cannot express how excited I was to see my first female red-capped robin recently. Red-capped robins (Petroica goodenovii) are uncommon breeding visitors to the Canberra region (Australia). I’ve only ever seen one male. And, we had the camera with us! Wonders never cease. Read more
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Beautiful bird.
The Rose Robin
hidden depths
behold, shy and superb
the rose robin
graced with its presence
glints
Kind Regards.
Tracy
Response to the Ragtag Daily Prompt — Pink.
One must not be subtle or delicate about climate emergencies.
Who shall dry my tears
when the flowers are gone?
Not the morally bankrupt,
nor the weekend warriors.
Caught in your own bubble
of flattery and deceit.
Walk into my parlour. Take
your seat. Parliament is now in session
and treachery abounds.
Watch your step, watch your back,
said the spider to the clown.
What goes around, comes around.
Earth, she will not wait. Read more
Today I have some clandestine photos to share with you, dear Readers. Provided on a need-to-know basis. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. The subjects are well camouflaged.
I recently went on a short walk with my son for the purpose of some online activity. Suddenly I heard the unmistakable sound of a bird of prey. “What was that?” I exclaimed. “Oh yeah,” my son said, “two sparrow-hawks nest in those pine trees over there.” To say I was indignant, Ladies and Gentlemen, was a total understatement. I demanded to know why this information had been withheld from me. Was the information top-secret, only to be disclosed to those who ‘need-to-know’? Well, no. He just forgot. Can you really believe that? Read more
In the interests of posting more flower photos and sharing memories, I present to you some rose photos.
I have four lovely rose bushes at my house. All but one was given to us. One by our mum/mum-in-law — a treasured possession. Friends gave us another (Homage to Barbara) when she (the mother-in-law, not the friend) died. Ever practical, like the woman herself, the flower heads just drop off when they are done. Barb would have appreciated the joke. The third rose was also given to us by a friend. It was one of the roses planted in the Rose Gardens at Old Parliament House (Canberra), but it was culled from the garden to make way for more healthy stock. Their loss, our gain, don’t you think? Read more
A little poetry to mark my Monday. Because not everything has to be serious.
Marbled Mélange
sunshine and water
secrets of the universe
gourdjalicious Read more
I’m determined to get some flower photos onto my blog. They seem to need a little poetry to go with them. Nature to zing by. Not that I would know. Read more
A small poem written in support of the Ragtag Daily Prompt team who are continuing to provide prompts over the Christmas/New Year period.
Jusqu’à Demain
la belle rose charmante
deliciously resplendent
perfumes the air
from faded glory life
petals without thorns Read more
I forgot to include this photo of a beautiful fly in my November Changing Seasons post. You know the weather is warming up when the blow flies come a-visiting. Maybe these exquisitely beautiful creatures are not such a pain after all. Unlikely praise for the king of the flies. Read more
