6:15 am, I’m feeding Poppy Peahen
outside. The sun isn’t all the way up yet. It’s hard to see the Cockatoos in
the gum. There’s not light enough to count them.
18 April 2019
17 April 2019
19. CRAPPY WET WASHING
In 2015, Poppy our Peahen ran away. We didn’t see her
for a month. They were weeks of worrying I’d spooked her off. It was because
she’d sat on the back door mat making squidgy do-do and I ended up sitting in it.
16 April 2019
13 April 2019
17. TOP GUN PICKUP MOVES
I’d just watched ‘Sense and Sensibility’ and was having a good cry at the outcome I already knew. Looking outside, I gasped; holding my hand to my chest as a melodramatic creature from a bonnet drama
might do. Two Wedge-tailed Eagles were copycatting each other, circle gliding in the thermals above our
home. One slowly spiraled down, while the other spun higher in a classic
mirror image.
29 March 2019
21 March 2019
15. FRIGHTENING FINCHES
Late summer-early autumn
is finch time on the farm. They’re cheeping in the yard; it’s the cutest sound
a bird can make. The large family group of Double-barred Finches hop
closer.
20 March 2019
14. CUCKOO SAVING A CUCKOO
I’m playing fetch with Rex between watering
plants. The dog sniffs the air, rushing
towards a bird lying sideways. I hurl the ball away to distract the kelpie before he eats the window striker.
17 March 2019
16 March 2019
12. THE ITCHY TWITCHER
I’m not really a birder, not an authentic bird watcher. The
binoculars mostly stay in their case. I see birds with the naked eye when I’m gardening, or inside through the windows without curtains.
No authority on breeds or types; I’m not even a member of the local bird society. I flirted with the idea of becoming a proper twitcher when I passed a dam on the dirt road to town years ago.
No authority on breeds or types; I’m not even a member of the local bird society. I flirted with the idea of becoming a proper twitcher when I passed a dam on the dirt road to town years ago.
Google image of some serious bird enthusiasts. |
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