Being a parent

One day, hearing some calls from birds, the call from a Black-faced Cuckoo Shrike was very plaintive and persistent. Wondering what was going on I wandered outside and here is what I found.

“Boy, it’s a relief to get away from the kid”
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“Hey Mum, what are you doing?”
“Do we have to sit here long?”
“I’m hungry”
“What are we going to do today?”
“I’m hungry.”
“Do you know where Dad went?”
“What’s that flower over there?”
“I’m hungry.”
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“Did you tell him I was here?”black_faced_cuckoo_shrike3_named_caniaba_march 2019

“Look! What’s that over there?”
“Can you see it?”
“It could be an insect or something to eat.”
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“Now’s my chance to get away again”
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“Mum, don’t forget me! Where are we going now? Wait up.”black_faced_cuckoo_shrike6_named_caniaba_march 2019

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.

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.

The Seeker Part 7

I was sure the change in colour would indicate that not only the soils changed with some moisture.

The digging was difficult….the ground was so hard but still shards of the hard surface would splinter off sending small pieces flying, occasionally hitting my skin causing small blood spots to appear…..my fingers also were raw and stung with each blow.

The hard surface I have been striking was seemingly becoming softer, also altering in texture and colour.

I wondered what if I was doing was going to lead to my continued existence on the strange domed world.

Once I had a water supply I was sure I could find some level of comfort that would sustain me while I attempted to understand why I find myself on this world.

Who made this dome and why?

Does the dome protect the world or does it exist to contain the world and its strange environment….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?

My mind wandered trying to remember my past life….thoughts jumbled with nothing rising to the surface that I could hold onto as a definitive memory…..this process was going nowhere, which just added to my frustration.

I continued digging at the bottom of the mound which was becoming much easier…..instead of pounding the ground my rock tool is now being used to scrape the material from the small hole I have made.

The coolness of the ground below the surface was welcomed by my raw fingers….the depression has deepened with the flinty stones giving way to a soil like structure which is quite easy to dig.

Deeper and deeper I scraped and now have a good sized hole but still no water…….the soil felt damp but I am unable to determine if it was moisture….squeezing the soil didn’t change the composition or yield anything, it didn’t form together to make a ball…it just remained as it was when I dug it from the ground.

The level was now quite deep but I have nothing but a pile of stones and dirt….I was sure I heard water moving below the surface before….

 

The Seeker Part 6

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…

The Seeker Part 5

Was that a trickling sound I heard……perhaps my thirst was giving way to dreams of desire……but I am sure that the trickling sound was real!!

On 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 the ground is 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…..

The Seeker Part 4

….the reflection of deep green first seen had now disappeared from my sight…I knew I was closer as the slope seemed to even out.

I can now see that the dry withered sticks were becoming abundant….the rocky ground was not as hard, giving way to smaller pebbles and felt softer underfoot.

Again the rocks shifted but now were all around, not just in the direction I walked…..suddenly I reached a small ridge…..looking down into the slight gully below….what was that…..a greenness greeted my eyes with a relief from the hard dusty ground and…..yes it is I hoped the sound of trickling water.

Now I understand why the mound had dark smudges…..shadows of the green gullies that cut slight clefts….not a cave or shelter as I had first hoped…..at least there was water to quench a thirst that had pushed me on…on to seek….to seek what?  My now baked skin would relish in the water…water now so close.

My eyes scanned the gully for signs of life…….there appeared to be nothing to arouse my sense of alarm.

Sliding down the scree slope my feet touched springy supple vegetation….almost grass like….relief from the hard sharp rocks that I have been walking on since my awakening.

This grass was nothing like I have experienced….nothing that raised familiar sensations of time before…..time before….time before what….all things grow and develop don’t they…..I couldn’t have always been as I am now….perhaps that is what I seek

As my feet, my toes wriggled into the grass I felt….what happened…..a flash stabbed my thoughts….an image of a sedge lined wetland…was this from my world….am I part of this world…..this dome covered endless source of frustration…or am I from elsewhere

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

Hoping I would find the shade….a coolish place to rest…..I looked about and realised that although there was a slight ridge that bounded the gully, the sun seemed to shine from every direction…..offering no perceptible shade.

I moved towards that beckoning trickling sound…..wondering if I dug below the surface would there be a moistness in the soil…..

The Seeker Part 3

….thirst, again, drove me on as the scant supply eked out what seemed ages ago, was almost gone….hope gave me strength as once more clouds built…casting shadows across the landscape……bring some relief from this burning sun.

Again, what was that…the sounds of shifting rocks…this time from in front of me as I moved upwards….look, I thought, or did I find voice and exclaim out loud….there was a greenness right ahead…perhaps this could mean that I would find some edible vegetation….be able to replenish my water after I have drunk deeply…my mouth was so dry…the thought of water made me salivate..a bit.

Looking up…the clouds have darkened but still maintained their rapid movement in the same direction I walk…..these clouds…were they inside or outside of the transparent dome?….there must be some way the moisture collected somewhere….similar to the short lived pools that helped wash the mud from my body and vegetation that I used to light that first fire.

As I looked toward the top of the mound….the smudges seemed to be more defined as perhaps tree like shapes…..or, if I was lucky, a cave or hollow to get out of this heat.

Suddenly a rock tumbled towards me…. coming to rest a centimetres from my foot….there wasn’t anything on the rock I could see as I turned it over in my hand…..it was the same as the others around me….not a scratch or scrape, a shard or sliver missing…it was just the same as all of the others about me.

How did it move or what made it move….there wasn’t anything around that I could see…..was I alone in this world or have others been plucked from their world and thrust into this hot domed existence.