This morning I set off to walk down the road my road runs off. Sunday is good as there won’t be much traffic especially gravel truck and logging trucks plus folk going to and from town. I saw a few dark clouds gathering. I hoped it wasn’t going to rain as I intended walking as far as I could. There are a lot of photos, sorry, so I guess we better walk this way.
Looking down the road as I leave the gate, seeing the dark clouds of an overcast day. Undaunted I still head off
Of course a walk to the end of the road would require a few stops. These yellow native flowers grow out the front of my neighbours. Tiny about 10mm in diameter so how small is the grasshopper on the flower at the rear
These are popping up everywhere at the moment. I have some that appeared in my gardens
Have to love purple grass seed heads. A breeze blew up just I was about to take a photo. They just wavered about for ages and I have a fair bit of walking to do.
The tree on the left is the streets guardian tree. A huge Red Ironbark. The fence beside it is about four feet tall so you can do the calculations, I have walking to do.
Before leaving the street, I say goodbye to the old tree man, who keeps an eye on things. His weather worn face, tired eyes and bulbous nose with that crooked mouth has seen many things.
Not far around the corner is a cattle grid. The only tricky part of the walk. Look right to the end of what you can see. Yep, that’s where we’re heading
Here is the road block. An Eastern Grey Kangaroo. It’s a young male surveying the scene. He didn’t seen to care when I kept walking and he kept hopping up the road towards me. I stopped to see what he would do. I took a few steps scuffing my feet on the gravel and he looked up as though he had seen me for the first time, and he sped off into the bush. Last thing I needed today was to be attacked by a Kangaroo because we got too close to one another.
The floods and rain have caused a couple of deep erosion gullies. The old fence posts look like they didn’t stand a chance. The grass in the foreground is the edge of what’s left of the road.
An attempt at erosion repair work mainly to stop the head-cut eroding back and collapsing the road.
Well we’re at the top of the hill and I don’t want to go further so looking back at the road back home
The Spotted Gums are losing their bark, making shapes. You can see the dimples on the trunk that give it it’s name.
Looks like someone missed recycle bin day.
All the time I have been walking, I have heard a few birds, about six or seven different birds, have seen a couple of Noisy Friarbirds fly across the road but not any others. We are not far now. The turn-off to my road is at the end of the photo
I am not far from the turn-off and suddenly there are lots of butterflies. The sun has come out and it is warm. A Wanderer on a Lantana flower
A new butterfly for me. An Imperial Hairstreak. This one was so intent on grooming, it paid me no mind. If I was that butterfly, I wouldn’t mind the Imperial part but hairstreak. That’s almost as bad as a Dingy Ringlet
Almost to the front gate and there were a number of Australian Painted Lady Butterflies hovering and landing on the ground as they seem to like doing
OK have you got this far with a bit of a song to get through? Are you a bit weary after the hills? Well that was a four kilometre round trip almost exactly to the metre.