Thursdays Special: Pick a Word September 2022

Lost in Translation’s Pick a Word September 2022

Another lot a great words from Paula to see what I have and test my imagination.

BOUNDED

FUNGHI

GEOMORPHOLOGIC

MUSICAL

SCATTERED

How did I go this month?

Here are the V’s

Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge January Alphabet: The Letter V Anywhere in the Word

Jump in and let’s get going

We can look at some leaves

Find an Ivory Curl flower with a bee inside

Beautiful Violas – just one

or we can see a bunch

We will have to look hard to find a couple of Stingless Native Bees hard at work in the Clivia flowers

The Zinnia flower attracts a Hover Fly just over there

I wonder where that Weevil is going don’t you?

Back outside, let’s go to the bird bath where we can see an Olive-backed Oriel

Over there, a Bar-shouldered Dove on the fence post

and up there, a Peaceful Dove is sitting on that branch

It looks like a Varied Sittella is nearby as well

Make sure you look lower among the bushes as that’s where you can find a Variegated Fairy Wren

and nearby an Emerald Dove enjoys a bit of sunshine

Thanks for joining me in my tour around, I hope you can feel the love

It’s black and white around here

Cee’s Black & White Challenge: Animals – Farm or Wild

Black and white in the field

The Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge: Black and White

Following Sue’s lead with her post, I too have opted for some black and white found around the place.

My besties cattle she used to have before it was too hard to keep them at home. This was one morning when a neighbour rang to say that Jeremy and Badger were at his place. This is them finally going back through the gate into their paddock.

Badger chilling looking so innocent.

The neighbours dairy cows coming in for milking

A random inquisitive cow

Which is which

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Male vs Female

Together – young love

Debbies quotation-inspired image – Young Love

“Ah, in those earliest days of love how naturally the kisses spring into life! So closely, in their profusion, do they crowd together that lovers would find it as hard to count the kisses exchanged in an hour as to count the flowers in a meadow in May.”

– Marcel Proust