The Bushfire October 2019

Tuesday started well. The expected temperature was going to be in the high 30’s C after an very hot Monday 39C. It was then that the wind started to blow and blow with gusts of around 45kmph. The electricity went off at around 11:30am so I decided to go down to my shed and get on with some of the projects that I have on the go. After a while I decided I needed a drink of water, so I headed up to the house.

I grabbed a drink or two and checked my phone. I had a voice mail from the neighbour across the road telling me that the farmers up the road had seen the power lines fall and the wires crossed and the sparking started a fire in the already tinder dry bush.

The hot day and strong winds just set the fire racing through the bush luckily for me away from my place.

Later in the afternoon I looked to the sky and saw the plume of smoke which didn’t look all that far away. Then the helicopters and planes were heard as they water bombed the fires hopefully in the other side of the ridge. I did wonder why I didn’t hear much traffic on the Gwydir Highway. Checking on the web I found out that the highway was closed due to thick smoke from the fires.

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That night I kept looking at the red glow in the sky. One time I went out I saw the red and blue flashing lights in the near distance going back and forth along the road. I realised that the Rural Fire Service volunteers were doing a back burn along the road which would protect the houses along my road if the fire came our way.

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The next morning I decided to go and check on what had happened over night and make sure that things were safe. I also wanted to check on the old road marker on the old road that went from Grafton to Glen Innes on the tablelands. This has been there for many a year and being made of wood it is susceptible to burning. Every now and then I go over to the marker and make sure there isn’t any sticks or leaves against it.

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While I was there I heard a rustle in the leaves and a skink scuttled past. A bush fire survivour.

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Some old tree stumps have seen many a fire and this one has survived another.

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While I was walking about I could hear trees dropping in the bush. Even what appears to be strong healthy trees can be felled by fire.

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Further along the road the fire was blazing away on logs

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I heard a vehicle come along the road and a Rural Fire Service 4WD came along. I think they noticed the logs still burning and hoped that they would send a crew to extinguish the flames.

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That afternoon the smoke had become thicker, the helicopters were still buzzing in the air. This photo was at 3 o’clock in the afternoon. Taken with my phone.

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Another sleepless night as I kept an eye on the glow through the trees every now and then. The wind had dropped thankfully so I hoped the fire crews would be able to get ahead of the fire. The next morning there was still smoke in the atmosphere, helicopters constantly fly around but the wind wasn’t as strong as the past two days.

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That afternoon it looked like clouds were building sending the promise of rain. This was the sky at 3 o’clock that afternoon.

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The sun was obscured by the smoke and clouds and burned a dull orange.

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Today, Friday, the morning started with light showers. By 1pm there was 1/2ml in my rain gauge and the helicopters started flying again. They stopped at around 4pm. At about 8pm there was a heavy down pour of rain so hopefully all will be well in the morning. So far the fire has burnt 2209 hectares

Thank you to all those people in the Rural Fire Service and other volunteers who have been working hard to ensure our little street was safe from fires.
I know what they have been through as I was a RFS volunteer years ago. At one stage the Deputy Captain of our local brigade and spent quite a number of days on the fire line in the heat and smoke. It is definitely a job for younger fitter people than me.

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My place is to the right of the “y” in Jackadgery

Bits of The Seeker

The Weekly word prompt from Sue: Snippet

The word snippet had me rather flummoxed, what could I have that I could contribute. I decided to share some snippets of my story I call The Seeker

The Seeker Part 1
…..was many an age ago when the world was new, I emerged from the primal ooze……gazing about the landscape……..looking for the outside as I was still inside even in a world so vast so full, I was still inside.

The Seeker Part 2
What was the purpose of this world that once possibly has a vegetative cover….that perhaps sustained some form of life?

The Seeker Part 3
….hope gave me strength as once more clouds built…casting shadows across the landscape……bring some relief from this burning sun.

The Seeker Part 4
Shaking myself from this wistful dream like state…trying to evoke the memory of before, I became aware of my thirst.

The Seeker Part 5
I lay down on the soft grass……the frustration and weariness was getting too much

The Seeker Part 6
down the slope slipping and sliding as the rocks gave no solid purchase…looking left….looking right….everything looked the same…….

The Seeker Part 7
….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?

 

Gory – A Man, A Chainsaw and A Leg

The Daily Word Prompt: Gory

This post contains a photo that could make some people squeamish. The title photo is to make you feel good

 

 

In February last year, I was helping my bestie clear out some small trees from her place. The trees, Yellow Bells, had become extremely prolific and were in a dense thicket. The trees were only saplings at this stage so it was a relatively easy job  with the chainsaw. I was going through methodically, cutting and keeping the area free of the fallen saplings. At one stage I was moving back to see where to cut next. I felt what I thought was a scratch on my legs from some of the branches. What is was actually was my leg meeting the chainsaw which hadn’t quite stopped. There wasn’t any blood running down my leg as the hot metal of the chain, I think, cauterised the wound. There wasn’t any pain either surprisingly. I think my bestie was in more distress than I was. A trip to the hospital and a few stitches later I was good as new. No I didn’t get back to work.

OK now are the following photos. The one showing the cut. Yes I did take a “selfie” while I was waiting for my bestie to get a bit cleaner and a change of clothes. One showing the bandaged wound and what my leg looks like now.

 

 

 

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I thought I should show what it looks like now and just took this photo
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This Is My Post

This is a tale of a fence post, a Spangled Drongo and a Noisy Friarbird  –  as told by the Spangled Drongo.

What started out as a normal day, you know, a bit of flying about, some singing with my mates and looking for insects and other snacks around the place.
I always drop onto this fence post nearly every day. It’s a great perch to see if any insects or bugs are moving about in the garden or on the grass.

As you can see, This is My Post.
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A mate was flying past and he said “Hey, can I come for a visit to your post”spangled drongo_my post2_named_home_oct 2018
Sure, but I don’t really like anyone sitting up here on my post.spangled drongo_my post3_named_home_oct 2018

Oh, that’s OK. I’ll just hang on this side if that’s alright with you.
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And then, out of the blue, this big ugly bloke decides to sit on MY post. Oi, you. Get off my post
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Yeah. Right. get down there. This is my post.
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Suddenly, he looks at me and of all things, he pokes his tongue out.
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Well, that’s not on. You better get off now.
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Oh I see. You want to make a bit of a do about sitting on my post do you?
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Cop that buddy. Just get away.
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No you don’t. You can’t get back on there. This is my post.
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OK you. I don’t want to sit on the ground. I am a bird who likes to sit on posts.
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Well I am really afraid buddy. This is MY post
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I better be off then. I don’t want to sit on the ground and argue with you and your stupid post. I’m going, see ya.
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I’ve had enough of hanging around here. I going as well. I will be back later and sit there. Because, This is My Post
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The Witch

The Manic Monday’s 3 Wway Prompt from Laura: Witch – Witchy – Bewitched

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One afternoon, I was driving along and on the side of the road was a woman hitchhiking. As I couldn’t let a woman be left standing on the side of the road, I pulled over to the side of the road. She walked towards my car, her hips swaying hypnotising. She leant forward through the open window her dark hair falling through the open window, almost hiding her beautiful face. I asked “Where are you going.” She replied “I am just travelling and would appreciate a lift as far as you are going.”

With that, I said OK and she opened the door and slid into the car, her skirt riding up a bit showing her lovely tanned legs. She turned to me, offering an outstretched hand saying “Thank you, my name is Wendy.” As I took her hand, I couldn’t help but notice the top buttons of her blouse were open revealing a delicious glimpse of her breasts. “My name is Brian,” I said.

We drove along as the night started to fall, we talked about the regular chit chat stuff, the weather, places we had travelled to, family, foods we liked and what we did. I told her of my farm, the animals and the wonderful native bush and Australian animals and birds that surrounded my pace.

I asked Wendy “What do you do?”

She replied “I am a Witch,”

“A Witch!” I said incredulously, looking this quite stunning woman up and down.

“Yes,” Wendy said “I am a Witch”

“You don’t look like a Witch” “I imagine that Witches look a lot like the ones in my story books as a child, you know pointy hats, long pointy noses, warts and a voice that cackles.”

I asked “Do you cast spells and that sort of stuff?”

Wendy replied “Yes I do spells and incantations. Make magic potions to help people with love and cope with their lives.”

I asked “Do you do magic spells like in the folk tales. Like turn people into animals, frogs and that sort of thing?”

She replied “Yes, of course” “That is one of the fun things to do as a Witch.”

I said “That can’t be possible. How can that happen?”

Wendy the looked at me and asked if I wanted a demonstration. I gulped with apprehension.

She then put her hand with long red painted fingernails on my thigh and I turned into a Motel.

Crabbing on the Brunswick River

The tale of a White-faced Heron

The afternoon drew on and as I was feeling a bit peckish, I decided to walk among the Mangrove roots and see if any tasty morsels appeared. Being a White-faced Heron, the roots of the Mangroves didn’t phase me, my long legs and well spread toes made the task quite easy. You may wonder why I call these things sticking out of the mud on the shore line roots. Well this species of Mangrove has pneumatophores, a specialised root-like structures which stick up out of the soil like straws for breathing which are also covered in pores called lenticels. So lets go crabbing on the Brunswick River.

I strolled casually keeping an eye out for a snack.
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Sometimes the Mangrove roots make you step a bit higher.
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Oh look, there something was moving among the roots, I am sure. I better hurry
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What!! I am sure it was over there
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I was right. A tasty snack of crab.
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Now just to position the crab in the right place.
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Bugger………it’s got a hold of my bill.
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Maybe if I can move this crab up a bit.
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There. Now it has let go I can perhaps get it just so.
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Crab? What crab? I don’t have a crab
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Well I must be off now. Thanks for dropping by.white faced heron11_crab_brunswick river_brunswick heads_sept 2018

You can read more about mangroves here

Thursdays Special: Juxtaposition

Lost in Translation photo challenge – Juxtaposition

In Sydney Australia, you can see many example of where the old meets the new. The old building, Scots Church has a new building built above it which has 148 apartments which allows the new to hover above the old.

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In another part of Sydney, the inner city suburb Newtown has a range of eclectic people and shops. Here we have an outdoor/indoor room on the awning of the building.

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One of the contentious issues in Australia is that refugees are kept in detention until their applications are processed. It is believed that children should not be held in these camps. I found this protest in the street in Ballina. a town not far from my place. It is a sad photo when you think about the meaning.

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One day at the bird bath – The Rainbow Lorikeets

“I wonder where everyone is? I’m sure they said to meet here this afternoon”

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“I’m glad you turned up. It’s much nicer in the bird bath with a mate.”

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“Hey! Watch out! You’re splashing a bit too much there mate. I’ve got water in my eye!”

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“Now where did he go.”

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“It’s getting a bit crowded up there. I think it might be safer to stay down here.”

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“Watch what you’re doing! That’s my space on the bird bath fella. You want a piece of me do ya?”

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“If you blokes are going to cause a ruckus, I’m off.”

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“Ok everyone settle down and let’s have a bit of a relaxing time.”

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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