Fun in the tree

Late one afternoon a while ago a screeching could be heard, the unmistakable sound of Yellow-tailed Black Cockatoos. Soon the Cockatoos were circling around and they then headed off to some distant trees.

I was watching where they were and in particular the Black Cockatoo closest who was doing a bit of moving around on the branch he was sitting on. It was very low light and the telephoto function on my Canon camera was at full stretch. The quality of the photos isn’t the best but I thought I should share a bit of our native birds sense of fun. You have already seen what the King Parrots do around my place having fun.

Enjoy the next sequence of photos. Just two settled on this side of the tree

Suddenly this Yellow-tailed Black Cockatoo leant forward.

Then it was head down a bit further, wings spread a bit for balance and the tail feathers flared.

A little bit further, head well tucked and body all on the other side of the branch.

Then it was right over, wings open, tail upright and his head where his tail was seconds ago.

Back upright, wings and tail ready for the final balance on the branch.

Steady and settling back down.

and carry on as though nothing happened

One day at the bird bath – a feather discussion

Sometimes sitting watching birds and getting the occasional photo, you think nothing of grabbing a few shots but the when you see them on the screen an idea can form. This was a quick do it now thing before the “inspiration” went to where those sort of great ideas go to wait in a stratosphere for someone else to come along or perhaps you may have a flash of “Ohhhh…..that’s right!” and once more that wonderful bit of information’s sucked back in.

But I digress, sorry. This is a story of what could happen One day at the bird bath

I like popping over to this bird bath in the morning. Often there’s not too many folk around and I can splash a little, get a little wet and shake my feathers as the water is a bit cold.

Sometimes I like to sit on the edge of the bird bath and ponder things like what does ponder mean? It’s so good to get in the water a bit deeper each time so I can get water through my feathers. I wonder if anyone else I know will be here later on.

Whoa!!! What happened there? One minute I am a sleek flying machine, drop in for a splash and look. I look like I have gained grams. Oh dear what can I do……I can’t go out looking like this. I probably won’t be even able to take off.

Hey buddy, glad you’ve dropped by this morning. Do you think my feathers make me look fat?
No mate, not at all…..WHOA!!! What happened there? One minute I am a sleek flying machine, drop in for a splash and look. I look like I have gained grams…….
Yeah buddy, I know just what you mean……..

The Zephyr

Ragtag Daily Prompt Wednesday: Zephyr

James was quite happy that Dad said they would go and look at cars. James had his licence for only a few weeks buy Dad thought he was ready to have his own car.

“This is exciting,” said James, “Imagine me driving to my friends place in my flash car.”

They got into the family Holden station wagon which had seen better days. Three kids jumping around on the back seat, the smell of Sam the smelliest dog in the world Mum reckoned and a front bench seat that had seem better days. There was a story that one night, before they were married, Dad put the front seat into the recline position so he and Mum be more comfortable watching the movie at the Drive-In. Trouble was he couldn’t get the seat back upright again so he had to hang onto the steering wheel and drive. Mum opted to get into the back seat.

“Which car yard are we going to Dad? asked James.

“Not a car yard,” said Dad, “I have a mate who is selling his car as he doesn’t drive it as much any more.”

“I hope it’s a great car with all the stuff I’d love in a car,” James said. “What colour is it?”

“I think he said it was white.” James looked crestfallen. Noticing the look Dad said “but the interior is red” “Apparently it is quite a reliable car which will be good,” Dad said. “I don’t want to be fixing your stuff forever.”

“Is it a auto or has it manual gears,” James said hoping for a manual as they were more fun to drive. A manual dad said as they neared their destination. As they drew up to the front of Dave’s place, there was the car, gleaming white in the drive and the chrome dazzled.

James just sat there, mouth open. What the fuck is that he thought. That’s not a car, it’s a relic from some bygone forgotten era.

Dad and Dave started to wax lyrical about the virtues of the Ford Zephyr while James thought about what his friends were going to say.

photo from Car-from_UK.com
Manufacturer:Ford
Model:ZEPHYR
Year:1960
Type:Standard Car
Doors:4
Color:White
Seats:5
Transmission:Manual
Fuel:Petrol
Drive side:Right-hand drive

There were quite a lot of Zephyrs manufactured in Australia from the 1950’s to around 1962 from English specifications. Australia went a bit further and built Zephyr Station Wagons and Utes modifying the English designs. (source https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ford_Zephyr)

The Screen Door – A Shed Project

A re-post of a shed project for Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #113: A Labour of Love

The screen door is a reclaimed part of my childhood. No longer used in the family home it made its way here. The screen door was used on the first “house” I built. It made the journey to this house, albeit with a few dodgy repairs, and was on the front door until it started to show signs of wear.
Relegated to a shed and neglected. I was always going to fix that screen door up one day. Years passed and the lack of a good work space where things could get started and a place where the job could sit if it needed time for repairs to set.

The screen door made its way to the shed in a very sorry state
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Some of the timber surrounds that held the screen wire in place were missingscreen door01_shed_project_named_home_jackadgery_oct-nov 2019
and some were broken and all of them were unusable. The hinges were quite rustyscreen door02_shed_project_named_home_jackadgery_oct-nov 2019
I remember the oval enamel house number in the centre of the door. I don’t know where that went unfortunately. The handle is beyond repair too as I like that one. I think my Dad made it.screen door04_shed_project_named_home_jackadgery_oct-nov 2019
Into the shed and onto the trestles. Time to take off the timber surrounds, hinges, handle and remnants of the old screen wirescreen door05_shed_project_named_home_jackadgery_oct-nov 2019
A good sanding but not back to the original wood. I left a lot of the old paint and roughness as I didn’t want to erase all of the doors history. And a re-glue of the frame and clamping to make it sturdy once more.screen door06_shed_project_named_home_jackadgery_oct-nov 2019
All tidied up and a few coats of paint. screen door07_shed_project_named_home_jackadgery_oct-nov 2019

Now to attach the screen wire. Just used staples as the new timber surrounds will hold the wire in place.
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What I didn’t do was to take photos of the cutting of the timber surrounds and that part of the process to hold the wire in place.

Here is the door put installed this morning after a bit of getting everything ready yesterday afternoonscreen door09_shed_project_named_home_jackadgery_oct-nov 2019
The door behind the screen door was the front door of my childhood home as well.screen door10_shed_project_named_home_jackadgery_oct-nov 2019

This is July 2020

Well July has been a quite interesting month. I will say now that I am quite well and feeling great. The only sort of downside is I am not allowed to drive which is quite difficult when you live in the bush a fair way from town. The upside is my bestie doesn’t want me to be by myself so we have been together since the start of the month so living in isolation between her place and mine has been easy.

You may wonder what the hell is he talking about! It all started on July the fourth early in the morning. I was asleep so have no recollection of my seizure and consequent trip to hospital in the ambulance where I spent four days. I don’t remember that first day in the Emergency Unit only to say that I had a nurse with me for part of the time as my heart rate dropped to 37. Over the next three days I had all sorts of tests to examine my brain functions and contrary to what some people may think, my brain is quite a good brain with no signs of impairment at all. This is why my posts have been rather sporadic as I have been trying to come to terms with using my phone and small tablet to post. Downloading photos and trying to get them as I want is the hard part. I found a good free photo editing software at last for the tablet. I am sorry I missed a lot of Becky’s Perspective Squares and not many songs get added either.

OK on to what I saw in July

The mornings at my besties have been lovely misty mornings. I did manage to post a few others for Becky’s Squares

The bees were quite busy in July as a Beekeeper put his hives on the dairy farm across the road

Noisy Friarbirds like to call early in the morning. They seem to be the most predominant bird at my place at the moment

The Grevilleas look great in the morning sun. Honey Gem is one of my favourites as it attracts birds and insects

This flower actually looks like a Sun

Despite looking a bit scraggly, this Grevillea get visits from small Honeyeaters

I am not sure what this small native flower is but it has appeared since the fire.

A Blue-faced Honeyeater and a Honey Gem Grevillea are always a winner

A female Figbird was quite curious of what I was doing

The male Figbird has his red eye patch and feather colours at full mating mode in the morning sun

Going for a walk down my road, I saw a different bird in a tree. It was a Collared Sparrowhawk, the first time I have seen one here.

The Superb Fairy Wrens enjoyed the birdbath. See the difference between the female and male

He looks quite lovely with the colours of the Salvia

“Do these feathers make me look fat?” the Double Barred Finch seemed to say

An afternoon at the beach was a good restful way to spend the day. The Pied Oystercatchers think so as well.

A rare opportunity of seeing a Darter swimming underwater in search of a meal.

The pink and grey of a Galah look lovely in the afternoon sun

On an afternoon walk we often see a Pied Cormorant or two on this branch over the creek. This day there were more than ever and was a had to take reflection photo as well.

Above the Pied Cormorants, a pair of Rainbow Bee Eaters were enjoying their afternoon meal.

I did have time to muck about with some photos. These water abstracts are the raw images. I should send them out for Jez’s Water Water Everywhere as well

It is amazing what can be seen from inside a car at a car wash.

Water abstract of a Pelican

I did some black and white photos too. The empty cafe was my favourite

I love water drops

Well I must be going so as I slide down and away here’s a Green Tree Frog to say good bye

I wonder if the cows enjoy sunsets as much as we do?

An almost full Moon during the day is nice to see so it’s goodnight from me and hope you enjoyed a scroll through my July

Also for Su’s Changing Seasons

The Thief

I begin this short story which began early in July. I had been away from home for a while. When I came home I went for the customary walk about my place to see that all was well. As I headed down the paddock to the bush where the fires in December raged through, I saw a white stripe on a tree. I was hoping to see more of my place regenerating, trees recovering, plants emerging and a general rejuvenation of the land.

Instead this is what I found. Can you see that line of white?

What on earth was that white thing running from the top of the tree to the ground? Once I got closer I realised what it was. A roll of plumbing tape. But how did it get there. I do remember using the tape and putting it on a table on the verandah sometime in late June. And then the reason why echoed through the bush nearby.

Someone who has a penchant for item with a blue hue. Someone who enjoys decorating their space in the hope of attracting a female. Yes this culprit was undoubtedly a Satin Bowerbird.

The Seeker Part 1

This was written a long while ago and this is one of nine posts. I am re-blogging this in response to Sue’s Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge: Story

If you would like to read more just put in The Seeker into my search and the other parts of the story should appear.

…..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.

Days past and the wanderings upon the earth had seen me dry, and wet, as the sun sometimes hid behind thunderous black clouds………the silver rain pelted upon my naked body leaving streaks down my body as the now dry and almost baked on ooze slowly washed away…….and now I shall emerge once again, sun glistening on my skin………washed clean during the storms.

Gathering sticks, I constructed as shelter and a place to hold a fire as the nights were becoming chill and I longed for the warmth.

What manner of a world where I can walk all day, the horizon is further away and I am still inside?

….again……….where I came from is a blur……….I dream at night when I think of there…….a way away.

Sitting on the rock at the mouth of the cave I found………warmth and safety and also dry……..my skin feels well healed after the mud was washed, now skin, with a light dusting from the cave floor, a reddish colour.

What is near the horizon…………as I climb, the horizon seems to get further away.  What drives me to seek what is out there? Why is whatever I am looking for, never seem to be close?

As I stay at this cave hoping that the water that falls from those clouds…..dark smudges on an orange and yellow sky, will one day cease in that I may continue my journey.

Looking each day, scanning the landscape for a sign of difference that may become the familiar………….if what I seek exists of course!!

…strange spaces………..they appear. Shapes of what I don’t know. Just above the horizon when the sun is at angle and light seems to bounce.

I keep walking to the horizon and to what I believe to be outside. My renewed body is once again streaked with ash and dust. Water is always near but not enough to be able to wash the dust of the past………….the clouds have seemed to have gone…….except for the occasional white fluffy ones that travel far too fast for what I am used to…..I wish they would stop and give some shelter from the sun.

I am not looking at the spaces that appear any more. I believe that they will distract me and I may end up walking over the same ground…………..not getting to the distance that is a way away.

……the landscape is changing…..the dry dusty plains, where the stunted trees and sparsely leafed shrubs grew on whatever moisture became available.

I moved slowly…….going from shaded patch to shaded patch……resting as my body grew weary and thirst demanded a drink.

Looking upward……the dome glistened but the sun was relentless….hot…dry almost baking the ground on which I walked……..my eyes, tracking down the surface of the dome, saw, in the distance, a reflection of deep green…but still there wasn’t a join when I looked to the horizon.

Noting the landscape where I was, I started to head towards the patch of deep green……..hoping I would find solace from the drying heat.

Again, clouds swept across the sky, not staying to give relief…..I noted that the clouds always seemed to travel in the one direction……..now I moved with the clouds, being mindful of the markers in the landscape when I first saw the deep green reflection on the dome.

The first marker, a dark shadow, looked not far away…….I could make it there before the sun lowered in the sky and changed the identity of the marker. As I walked I thought of what the shadow might be……would I find anything that may be something that would be for my benefit.

The flat hard stony ground began to slightly slope upwards with the dark shadow becoming bigger……I now could see the land had risen but not like the hills I left behind, more of a gentle slope with a mound like shape with the dark shadow smudged across its face.