Looking up at the Laughing Kookaburras

I was listening to the world outside. I heard a sound like someone gargling. Knowing I was the only one home at the time, I went to investigate. Yes as walking outside at my place could always be a photo opportunity, I had my camera.

On a branch was a young Laughing Kookaburra making the “I really am a Kookaburra….listen to this” absolutely weird sound. Not a moment later came the sounds of a real Laughing Kookaburra. Here let me tell you what I was told happened.

“Hey, is anyone here?”
“I’ve got lunch.”
“Have you seen how fast these blokes go?”

“Hello…..”
“I thought you were hungry?”
“Look what I caught.”

“I know you’re here somewhere.”
“Did you fly over there?”
“These taste real juicy.”

“Is that you?”
“I’m sure I heard something”
“I bet he’s playing a game with me.”

“Here….have a look at this;”
“It is so wonderful tasting.”
I am just going to have to eat it ALL myself!”

“No Dad….don’t do that.”
“I’m here.”
“I’ll have some dinner please.”

“Well then……..you better get over here as quick as you can.”
OK Dad….here I come.”

and that is the story of the Laughing Kookaburras on a tree just off my verandah

I am sure some would have noticed that the photos are also square for Becky’s Square Photo Challenge #SquareUp (sorry Becky, no music with this one)

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 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.

Fire – my story

Debbies One Word Sunday: Fire

What a topic to pick Debbie!!! This is so much my life at the moment and has been for over four week. I have already posted some stories of the fires that surround me at the moment.
Some days the smoke is so thick, I cannot see more that 30 meters. Those days are spent inside. My chest is starting to hurt, my eyes are constantly sore and yesterday I had a sore throat.
The heat of the day doesn’t help either. One day last week it was 40C which isn’t usual for this time of year. Most days last week were in the low to high 30’s. The high daily temperatures combined with strong winds that seem to turn up most days makes for uncomfortable living.
Over the past two years the amount of rainfall has been a quarter of what I usually have here. This big dry has also exacerbated conditions. When there is a lack of rain, the eucalypt trees drop leaves and branches as a survival technique. The forest floor has a lot of leaves and dead wood. Normally that isn’t a problem as the high rainfall helps break down the vegetation into humus which is full of microscopic life as well as insects and worms.
The ground is dry under the leaves and is being baked by the hot sun. The UV rating today was extreme.
Together with my neighbours, we worked with the Rural Fire Service (RFS) to have a hazard reduction burn on our properties this Winter to prepare for Summer as the RFS thought that there would be a dangerous fire season this year. This Winter wasn’t the time to burn as we didn’t have many cool days and conditions weren’t right as assessed by the RFS.
The fire season is usually late November to March. The first fire to threaten our small community of properties happened early October. This post is a quick story of that Fire
An earlier fire story the month before but didn’t really affect my place.
The fires continued to burn this fire in early November started more concern for me and my property and has been continually burning since then.
Every afternoon when the westerly wind blows up I am scanning the skies for signs of smoke and as the day darkens I am  on watch in case embers are blowing ahead of the fire. The fire is about 15kms away.
I have my car packed with things I want to save and other stuff is handy to grab if the call comes through to evacuate.
I do live in the bush, or forest for my overseas readers/friends, I am aware of the potential hazards. Because it has been so dry my dam I use to water the garden hasn’t filled and there is a small amount of water that I am saving in case I need it to put out small fires.
My garden only gets small amounts of water to keep some of it alive. The Bangalow palms whose fronds shade the house and keep it cool in Summer are either dead or dying. Of the 10 or so in the gardens around the house, two are still alive. The small Lilli Pilli trees are dying, other Australian native plants are struggling. Every bit of water gets recycled and used to keep plants alive.
The sky has been so eerie and the days don’t have shadows or sunlight, just a orange glow.
The only thing to release me from this awful situation is rain. So far these fires statewide have burnt over one million hectares, only 4 deaths so far thank goodness, over 350 homes burnt and thousands of out-building burnt. I have friends who have lost their homes.
As I write at 6pm Sunday, I am watching the trees sway about in the wind dropping more leaves. There has been rain in the area, mainly to the south and north, but so far not here.
I am hoping……
PS   Don’t worry about me I am safe and prepared. I have been here for quite a while and have been through many fires before. I used to be the local RFS Deputy Captain and have a good knowledge of fire behaviour on my property and neighbouring properties.

 

 

 

I love to splash

“Its OK, come on in my brother, I won’t splash you”
“That’s what you said last time”
“Come on, it’s a hot day and this bird bath is lovely and cool”
“Alright I will. Just don’t splash me”

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“What was that? Are you splashing?”
“Oh no I’m not, it’s just my tail trying to get a bit wetter”
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“Hey watch out, you’re getting water in my face. You know I don’t like that!”
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“Now you really are getting water everywhere.” “Look at it dripping off my beak!” “You can’t help yourself can you”rainbow_lorikeets_bird_bath_fun_splash4_named_caniaba_oct 2019
“Oh for Petes sake, will you just stop splashing me.” “The water is cold” rainbow_lorikeets_bird_bath_fun_splash5_named_caniaba_oct 2019
“He he he he….”rainbow_lorikeets_bird_bath_fun_splash6_named_caniaba_oct 2019

“Hey, where are you going, it was just a bit of fun wasn’t it.” “It was only water”
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“I love it when my brother looks like this…..ha ha ha”rainbow_lorikeets_bird_bath_fun_splash8_named_caniaba_oct 2019

One day in the country

The day was a pleasant drive in the countryside with my bestie and her friend. We went to a nearby town, Kyogle, went to the farmers market, bought a raffle ticket from the local Scout group (I didn’t win the produce which was the prize), went to the art gallery, roamed about town dropping into shops and chatting with the people, finally having lunch at a charming cottage restaurant watching the world go by.

On the way home I wanted to get some photos of the dairy cows that were in a paddock close to the road. Across the road were the calves, chickens and general farm animals scattered among the usual farm machinery and stuff that farms tend to accumulate.

On the hill were a couple of horses and this is what unfolded.

It looked like a pleasant greeting. I thought I would try to capture this tender scene between two horses in the same paddock. So sweet as the came together nose to nose.
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And then with a flick of the head, a bit of artful maneuvering and the attempt at a playful nip or two.190923_blog_challenge_horse_fight2
There seemed to be an air of non-reciprocation and qualm 190923_blog_challenge_horse_fight3
The subtle moving about and quick motion, the rearing and dust being kicked up hinted that all was not friendly.190923_blog_challenge_horse_fight4
Suddenly a quick gallop around the paddock side by side which I thought was letting off steam so all would be well.190923_blog_challenge_horse_fight5

 

But no. They were back at it again in a sudden switch of mood to indicate that all was not well190923_blog_challenge_horse_fight6

I had had enough of this drama in the farm paddock and went back to the gentle dairy cows.

 

 

This is probably my first multi challenge post
Ragtag Friday: Switch
Ragtag Sunday: Horses
Ragtag Monday: Subtle
Lens Artists #64: Countryside
Daily Word Prompt: Indicate
Daily Word Prompt: Qualm