Over Winter, Eastern Spinebills come and hang around my garden. Although there isn’t many flowers one Grevillea has lovely little flowers which the Eastern Spinebills enjoy.
I think this Spinebill wants to be a Hummingbird
Eyes open to make sure of the connection.
Some wing flapping for adjustment.
Keep flapping and contact.
And just as fast………gone
Franks Tuesday Photo Challenge: Row
Black Bean Trees, Castanospermum australe, are growing on my place. The seed pods can measure up to 100mm in length. Most have three to five beans to a pod. Yes beans in a row.
Some pods have just a couple. The Black Beans are quite big weighing around 30 grams.
The leaves and beans are toxic to animals and humans in the raw state. It is great to make tiny canoes from the pods and race them down the river.
Some flowers of the Black Bean Tree. Flowers in a row.
Debbies word prompt: A photo a Day
I have been trying to remain positive even though the rain has become scarce, the garden is hard to keep water to and the forest around the house is starting to show signs of a lack of water. The usually climatic systems have changed as they do periodically. A lot of Australia is in drought conditions, water is becoming scarce, most farmers are having a difficult time deciding what to do with their stock, whether to plant crops or what to do which is the best for their families. Many appeals have been put in place to assist the best we can. My town is trying to do whatever we can for those west of the Great Dividing Range. Not only are the farms being affected but the businesses in the towns are having a hard time. No cash flow for the farms means a lack of spending in the town. Many appeals are focused on the farms but the small business in towns are suffering as well. No one is spending on the luxury of having a hair cut, getting the kids to the dentist, buying that bit of pleasure whether it be a bar of chocolate or even having lunch in town while you shop for the basics you need to keep your family going.
I am fortunate that I no longer have stock to feed (only have one chook now) or even have a vege garden (possums have paid price to that luxury) but I have a garden that gives me pleasure. I feel like a bad parent as I decide which plants to water and who I hope will survive. Last year, the dam that I use to water the garden had a leak and the full dam I relied upon to get me though the normally dry Winter, is now around one quarter or less.
Back to the subject of this post. At this time of year, my home is ringed by the heady scent and yellow profusion of Wattles – Acacia fibriata or Fringe Wattle. The dryness has resulted in a reduced amount of blooms and are not the vibrant yellow that normally rings the place.
I have tried to use selective colour to highlight the wattles but as you can see, the dryness of my place has made the highlighting of the yellow of wattles diminished.
Laura’s Manic Monday prompt: Forlorn