Life is full of surprises. Some surprises we even get to photograph. Are you ready for some fun, bizarre and hairy surprises?Read more
Welcome to Week 4 of my Corvid-2020 Weekly Challenge. Corvids are birds belonging to the Corvidae family, encompassing ravens, crows, magpies, jays and nutcrackers. So check out your corvid photo, poetry, music and story archives and join the challenge.
Corvid-spotting is as good a game as any at the moment. I’m not one for house cleaning or Netflix watching during this Covid-19 killing time. Corvid-spotting is tricky because the raven is the only corvid in my village and it has been proving rather elusive. I confess that sometimes when I am feeling rather down, I’ve been inclined to abandon this challenge, but I know you are all counting on it (like not) so I have to keep trying. Trying to keep living, trying to keep my spirits up, etc, etc, is the story of my life at the moment; just keep going until I can’t go on anymore. Maybe that’s your story too? Read more
My arm was twisted last year (not very hard) to make a mosaic for a blogger friend. My friend’s property was burnt in Australia’s huge summer bush fires. Fortunately, his house survived. Some of my readers may know Brian from Bushboys World. One of Brian’s favourite little birds is the Eastern Yellow Robin. So that was the first mosaic that I made for him. I’ve also made a second one of a Red-Browed Finch. I had to make two mosaics otherwise the first one would be lonely. Unfortunately I attacked the second with a sharp knife today because I didn’t like the shape of its head. Not that anyone would have noticed the problem because it is not as though people will be looking at it close-up once its hung. I would have known though, so it met its fate. I’ll need to fix it, then I can share it with you. Stand by for that one. Read more
In the presence of royalty and Friday song day.
Dear Readers, can you guess from which song the title of this post comes? It is the song that I have chosen as my Friday song day pick. Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you. This week my mood is decidedly buoyant. After being down in the dumps over the past month, there was only one way to go, right? Yep, chasing pure, unadulterated sunshine from pure desire. In other words, a bird. And not just any bird. Read more
Australia burning — Dear Readers, one of my favourite poets and all round nice person, Frank Prem, is currently writing a series of poems on the bushfire crisis that is underway in Australia. Frank is the author of Devil In The Wind, a collection of poems about the personal accounts of those who experienced and survived the horrendous Black Saturday bushfires that swept across Victoria (Australia) in 2009. That book was published last year. Needless to say, I won’t be reading it until the smoke has cleared.
For those of you who may not know, Frank lives in an area that is currently sandwiched between two enormous out-of-control bushfires. This brings a poignancy and emotion to his poems that will touch any reader. These poems are laments for what is, what was, what could have been. Frank writes for all of us who are caught up in this situation. Check out his poems on his website at https://frankprem.wordpress.com/blog/ .
I want to share with you a couple of photos that my husband took in Namadgi National Park a couple of days before Christmas. Read more
When will this end? Getting nervous, but still here. The horror and the devastation continues.
The joke is on us all. Read more
Speaking of calendars, my husband (aka my True Love) bought one the other day. It’s a long story. 495 words to be exact-ish. We didn’t buy a calendar last year and by mid year, regretted that decision. Anyway, my husband has ordered one. From a Danish vlogger of all people! I am as surprised as you, ladies and gentlemen. Read more
October, all my bags are packed ….
The time has arrived. It is the time of year when, out walking, I look anxiously over my shoulder or scan the trees ahead for danger. It is the time of year for which I have been training these last six months. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is magpie swooping (ie. breeding) season. Read more
I think I have encountered it, ladies and gentlemen. My spirit animal. And what type of animal is it? Is it a dingo, a blue whale, a rare bird or a raw prawn? Well no. It is a duck. A very common native duck. Read more
I don’t know why my husband and I felt compelled to stop at the old cemetery on that fateful blustery day. Maybe it was our shared sense of impending doom. Maybe we were tempting fate. We certainly didn’t go there to take photos. So maybe it was intuition, a guiding hand. The power of the robin. He. Red-capped robin. Read more