The High Life

The honeyeater migration is underway. As I have gone native, that is, planting species indigenous to my local area, I have been contemplating ripping out all my exotic plants. It doesn’t help that my new neighbour is trying to hedge me in with European plants. This is ‘Straya, I feel like saying.

Anyway, the visiting Yellow-faced honeyeaters have reminded me that it is okay to retain a few of my less weedy exotic shrubs.

I knew it! Everyone loves camellias.

Still, the woodland birds really love the garden changes. They are coming in droves now.

Take care, everyone. Grow it and they will come.

Kind Regards.
Tracy.

Hey Dude, don’t make it bad

For Anita. With apologies to The Beatles.

Hey Dude, don’t make it bad.
Take a fad song and make it madder.


Remember to let her under your skin,
Then you’ll begin

to fake it
Better better better.


Have a good one, everyone.

Kind Regards.
Tracy.

PS. Not my garden but some other people having fun.

Silent Sunday


This is a test, perhaps of my patience and perseverance. It seems there has been a software update somehow, somewhere, so I can no longer load photos that are true to the colour that I shot them in. I’ve tried the fixes but they aren’t working. So my workaround is to over-saturate my photos in Photoshop and then re-edit the de-saturated photos in the Windows photo app. Technology!! Anyway, this will do. I now look forward to seeing how this photo looks on my various devices.

Life goes on. Yes, I am still here. Hope you are too.

Kind Regards.
Tracy.

Neighbourly

Thanks to our neighbour’s wonderful native garden, we have many little birds nesting nearby.

The Superb Fairywrens are up at the crack of dawn collecting nesting materials and hunting insects. They have been incredibly bold bounding around our dog yard.

Here she is.

Here he is.

And a female Golden Whistler also visited today.

Down the road at our park, currawong chicks have already hatched, while the magpies are currently on their nest too. It is all happening.

It is a very different year to last year. It is much drier and hotter. The temperature is forecast to be 35o Celcius next week and we are only three weeks into Spring. Perhaps the rats will leave home then, although it is probably better for the wren chicks if they do not.

Photos courtesy of my True Love.

Kind Regards.
Tracy.

The Red-browed Finch

A bird poem.

Here comes
the red-browed finch.
Here.
For the first time.
Today.
This day bathes
in your sweetness.


May your day be bathed in sweet little birds, readers.

Kind Regards.
Tracy.

Silent Sunday

Australian native bee bedding down for the night on kangaroo grass (Themeda triandra).


Comments closed due to illness. Photos by my True Love.

Take care, everyone, as am I.

Kind Regards.
Tracy.