In the bush at home

I have been roaming around my property finding some things of wonder in the bush and some things that I seem to regard as everyday stuff in my life. I would like to share some of the world of nature that inhabits my part of this Earth.

There is a small vine that entwines itself around the small Cheese Trees in the gullies. I haven’t found it on any other small trees. It was first found by my eldest brother many years ago so I call it the John Vine as I have no idea what it is called.

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This Summer the Cicadas seemed to be everywhere and they were at times rather deafening. This tree was the one of the ones where they hatched. How many can you count?

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Some hatched in precarious places.

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Heading down the gullies there are always Grass Trees to walk by.

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In the bottom of the gullies are ferns. This is a Five Fingered Jack. Perhaps a local name.

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There are also mosses and lichens which are so small and feel ever so soft as they cascade over logs and some even had “flowers”. I couldn’t decide which photo I liked best so here are three.

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They look almost like fox tails.

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Here are the “flowers”

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Among the logs laying in the gullies I can always find some fungus.

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This is what it looks like from beneath.

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Scattered throughout the bush are small plants with little yellow flowers which are about 10mm in diameter.

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Here is a close up of the flower.

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Of course, when wandering around the bush you are never alone. There are always birds and animals. Red-necked Wallabies are always hopping here and there.

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And someone is always keeping an eye on what you are doing.

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I often hear birds but they are so hard to find. But around the house they love to hang in my garden. The little Golden Whistler was calling and I found the female watching me as I split the firewood.

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There are always Eastern Yellow Robins around and this bloke made sure the firewood load was just right.

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The Rose Robin is such a pretty little bird.

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I just love to see them flitting around the garden.

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The Blue-faced Honeyeaters are the boss of the garden. They have adopted the Honey Gem as their own.

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They love the Bottle Brush as much as I do. I just love the flowers.

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Well thats a bit of a wander around my place. I hope you enjoyed discovering stuff as much as I do.

brian

Discoveries in June and July

I have been doing my usual wandering about, looking for things that are interesting, stunning or just plain great to photograph. This is what I have found over the past two months which have made a quick stroll or a drive into a lot of stop and look.

The early morning fog sitting in the Clarence Valley looked quite amazing as I came over the hill on the way to town.

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Some of the morning skies had so much colour

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The Pelicans were paddling on the Clarence River looking for their breakfast. Everyone knows that Pelicans are great fishers and know exactly where the fish are.

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The Little Corellas played on the light towers, swinging on the wires and generally creating havoc.

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There were many storm clouds around but I haven’t had much rain at my place in the past few months and the Summer storms just didn’t appear this season. These were looming while I was travelling around the Richmond Valley.

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The next few photos are stuff I found in Lismore. I will have to go back and see if I can get the shot I saw in my mind with this spiral stair case.

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I love puddles

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I also love rust – the textures and colours rust brings to metal.

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This is what it’s like looking down the barrel of a gun.

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The footpath also got my attention. The moss is such a striking green.

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The early Winter flowers were appearing in the gardens around Lismore. A splash of white caught my attention. I have no idea what it is though.

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One tree had ants massing all over as they were preparing to launch the winged ones.

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But the tree looked nonplussed.

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On the way back to my besties, we stopped at the outdoor cathedral in Bexhill. The Grevillea flowers (I think) were almost over but still looked amazing.

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The flowers at her place were also blooming. I was hoping to get a bee or two but they were too fast.

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The birds that are there are nothing like the birds at my place, although there are a couple that I find at mine as well as at hers. The cheekiest is the White-browed Scrub Wren who likes to hang around the back door.

“Is anyone home!!”

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“I know you’re in there!!”

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The Catbirds were around in the afternoon making their weird sounds.

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I also came across this butterfly. Its colours made for a great camouflage until I came blundering along.

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I guess the sun is setting so drop by soon and let me know if you enjoyed my some of my Discoveries in June and July.

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The Seeker Part 8

What was that trickling sound I thought I heard……perhaps my thirst was giving to dreams of desire……but I am sure that the trickling sound was real!!

In the lower part of the slope the ground was still stony but many of the rocks were rounded….like rocks that have been rolled about by water. I knelt on the ground on the soft grass and dug my hand between the tufts where it was cooler. Gripping onto a tuft, I gave a hard tug ….nothing!!….it didn’t budge at all.

The ground under the grass was hard and rocky not soft as I had hoped. If I do dig down to see if there is some moisture…..what can I use to dig…the sticks were too crumbly and brittle to be of any use in digging through the hard ground.

I started to try and scrape the ground away from the base of a grass tuft…..it didn’t take long before the skin on my fingers to become sore with small cuts and I had hardly gotten anywhere…..I lay down on the soft grass……the frustration and weariness was getting too much….what do I have to do….why am I on this world…..the sun beat down on my back but the grass was cool on my body and face ….as I drifted off to sleep I was sure that I heard water again.

Water…….I awoke with a thirst…..rolling over, the cool relief on my back was welcomed………looking around I wanted to find some sort of a digging tool….maybe a rock from further up the slope might be suitable as the stones here were too small.

Walking back towards the ridge I hoped I would be lucky and be able to find water….allusive water…..something I desperately need to survive. but what will survival do if I am just to wander this domed world.

I hoped the greenness of the mound would lead to there being water…..water that would sustain me for some time.

I am sure I again heard the sounds of water but not being visible on actually running over the rocks and stony ground must mean that it is somehow flowing underground. How can I get below this hard baked ground to get to the water that keeps this small patch green in a desert landscape alive.

Near the top of the ridge, which is only a few meters high, there is some larger rocks which I could use to dig…..scrambling over the rocks of the scree slope once again to the base of the ridge I found a good sized and appropriately shaped rock that I could use to get below the surface.

I wonder where I was when I heard that trickling sound…….down the slope slipping and sliding as the rocks gave no solid purchase…looking left….looking right….everything looked the same…….down on the edgewhere the tufted grasses came up to meet the bare rocky ground.

I stood….straining to listen to the slightest sound other than the occasional rocks tumble…..nothing….perhaps I should move down to where the grass evens out before abruptly ending to meet the desert once again.

Lifting my stone age implement, I struck the ground between the tufts sending smaller pebbles out of the way…..again…..again….again I hit the ground making a small divot.

Now I could scrape the hole into something bigger as I tired of hitting the hard stony surface…….sweat glistened on my now brown baked skin. I managed to struggle to a point where the small rocks and pebbles changed colour….a deeper colour.

Meet the Whipbirds

G’day. My name is William Whipbird. I like to hang about in the garden, looking for food and having a bath. You may remember me in this story.

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Anyway I would like to show you my partner and great mate Wilma Whipbird.

I’ll just give her a call and see if she wants to come and meet people. She’s a bit shy.

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Hey William!! Here I am

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As you see, she is a bit shy. I’ll ask her to pop out so you can meet her. Wilma can you come out from behind those vines please.

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OK. Here I am. I’ll just move over a bit closer so you can stop calling. I’m right behind you.

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Thats great Wilma. Can you see if there is anything to eat up here among the wisteria vines?

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You look over there and I’ll see what I can find over here.

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I think I can see something scurrying away. I’ll have look under the arbor support..

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I think I can see something under there.

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Yes. There’s what look like a bug of some sort. I don’t think I can get it. Bugger it has gotten away.

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I hope enjoyed meeting us. Next time you are around, I’ll give you a shout out OK?

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I appreciate any comments you may have or just a like would be great

Thanks

brian

The Seeker Part 7

I was sure the change in colour would indicate that not only the soils changed with some moisture.

The digging was difficult….the ground was so hard but still shards of the hard surface would splinter off sending small pieces flying, occasionally hitting my skin causing small blood spots to appear…..my fingers also were raw and stung with each blow.

The hard surface I have been striking was seemingly becoming softer, also altering in texture and colour.

I wondered what if I was doing was going to lead to my continued existence on the strange domed world.

Once I had a water supply I was sure I could find some level of comfort that would sustain me while I attempted to understand why I find myself on this world.

Who made this dome and why?

Does the dome protect the world or does it exist to contain the world and its strange environment….occasionally the clouds would speed across the sky as if they had an important mission……they must drop moisture somewhere or does it not behave like the weather I was used to or that is within my mind or memory….a memory from where?

My mind wandered trying to remember my past life….thoughts jumbled with nothing rising to the surface that I could hold onto as a definitive memory…..this process was going nowhere, which just added to my frustration.

I continued digging at the bottom of the mound which was becoming much easier…..instead of pounding the ground my rock tool is now being used to scrape the material from the small hole I have made.

The coolness of the ground below the surface was welcomed by my raw fingers….the depression has deepened with the flinty stones giving way to a soil like structure which is quite easy to dig.

Deeper and deeper I scraped and now have a good sized hole but still no water…….the soil felt damp but I am unable to determine if it was moisture….squeezing the soil didn’t change the composition or yield anything, it didn’t form together to make a ball…it just remained as it was when I dug it from the ground.

The level was now quite deep but I have nothing but a pile of stones and dirt….I was sure I heard water moving below the surface before….