I am posting this again in memory of my mum’s dog, Ashie. He died today from a serious illness. There is only one line and photo in this poem-ish photo-essay that relates to him, but it sums up this beautiful dog so well, at least in my opinion. Farewell, lovely boy. You will be missed.
When our family ventures out to our beautiful natural areas, we go slowly, for it is only then that nature’s hidden treasures are revealed. We take out, what we carry in. We tread lightly and with care. There may be no houses, but we are nevertheless going into someone else’s home. This is what we taught our children from a very young age.
Let’s see who is home today – in the rushes.
The little family is well camouflaged. It is a Dusky Moorhen with her chick.
The chick leaves the safety of its nest, but mum is not too far away.
The black swan and her signets weren’t expecting visitors.
But all is calm, so peace is soon restored.
Come out of there, Ash, and leave those ducks alone. Ash is a farm dog. He knows to not hurt the wildlife.
No comments necessary.
First published in 2018
For Sunshine’s Macro Monday #32
It was a public holiday in Canberra today to mark the anniversary of the official naming of Australia’s national capital in 1913. And a beautiful day it was. It is such a privilege to live in this gorgeous city. As well as being the seat of the Federal government, Canberra is the home to a number of research institutions and universities, so we have an abundance of very clever people living here. Some of those people have developed and maintain the Canberra Nature Map, an online map of Canberra’s diverse flora and fauna. It is a live map updated regularly by members. As a result of this wonderful resource, we now know the name of the funky fly I posted photos of recently (see original post). Read more
Can a grey day fill the senses, ladies and gentlemen? I used to think not. However, on this particular grey day, after completing some chores, I stopped off at my new favourite bird watching spot. I encountered another photographer there — a very nice man. He had all the gear, but was lamenting the light. The birds though, were making the most of it. Read more
Once upon a time, yellow box and red gum grassy woodlands stretched from Toowoomba to Victoria (Australia), providing a continuous wildlife corridor 100-150 kilometres in width and 1,500 km in length. Since colonisation, vast swathes of grassy woodland have been cleared for agriculture. Now there may be as little as 1-5 percent remaining. most of which has been modified in some way by grazing. Many birds and animals have become trapped in isolated communities, reducing valuable genetic diversity and leaving them vulnerable to threats of local habitat loss. It is not surprising then, that yellow box and red gum grassy woodlands have been declared a critically endangered ecological community. Read more
I would like to thank Frank at Dutch Goes the Photo for his Tuesday word prompt, crawl. It allows me to post about something near and dear to my heart. Yes, I know. Everything is near and dear to my heart, but that can’t be a bad thing surely? You have probably all seen the news this week about a recent insect study review. The review found that insect numbers have plummeted, experiencing a 2.5% loss per year. Now one can argue about the rate of decline, whether it can be applied uniformly across the globe and to all insects, but one thing is clear, our insect population is in trouble. Read more
Today’s post will introduce two very strange aquatic creatures found at one of Canberra’s nature reserves — the first, one very odd looking duck, and the second, quite duck-like.
Australia’s musk duck looks half-fish, half duck. It must be the oddest looking duck I’ve ever come across. It is so named because it is very smelly, emitting a musky smell from scent glands on its rump. Musk ducks spend most of their time in the water. They even sleep on the water. They can fly, but launching from the water or ground is hard work, so they do so infrequently. When fleeing predators, they choose a watery escape rather than take to the wing. Read more
I’ve been talking about my current mosaic project for about six months now. Now finally, it is finished. 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
In my previous post, I mentioned that my love and I had gone out to the river for a sticky beak. It soon became apparent that not everyone understood this strange Aussie/Kiwi colloquialism, with a number of readers requiring a translation. In response, I thought I should provide a general explanation for those too polite to ask for a translation. Which is completely fitting as the explanation links in so perfectly with today’s post (unintended) about one of our most weird and wonderful mammals, the short-beaked echidna — a real sticky beak. Read more
Bigfoot dwells in Australia, but we call it macropod. The term macropod is derived from the Greek words makros (meaning large) and poús or pod (meaning foot).
Macropods cover a group of marsupials that have large hind feet and which move by bounding. They cannot move their legs independently and often propel themselves forward with the help of their tails. They also raise their babies in pouches. There are several species of macropod including kangaroos, wallabies, tree-kangaroos, pademelons, bettongs and potoroos, among others. Today I thought I would share some photos of two species of macropod, the Swamp Wallaby and the Long-Nosed Potoroo, found at Tidbinbilla Nature Reserve, just outside of Canberra (Australia). Read more