Kooky …
She? appeared suddenly and waited for me to get back with the camera, as if I was one of the family. See the hitchiker behind the eye?
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The youngster maybe, centre of the garden, between the adults. Learning the ways of the world, a hunting.
The other side, the other parent, teacher and provider. How we are … until death us do part.
Sharp eyed hunter, bright vision in blazing sun or deep shadow … the king of kingfishers is our Kookaburra.
It’s a lovely time of year, the hot summer’s over and a warm wet autumn has begun.
I was taking dead heads from the yellow rose bush out back near the fence when I heard a sound close by.
I didn’t recognise it and thought nothing of it until a big kookaburra appeared just above my head, about three feet away.
It must have been around two feet long, tip to tail, and that beak … a deadly serious hunting tool, to the gardens small creatures.
It wasn’t at all wary of me, probably somewhat used to people given it lives in the suburbs and probably gets fed on occasion.
Then I heard a soft kooky cry from behind me and there was the youngster, or was it the mamma. I don’t know …
And then there were three. One casting around for sign of live food, a movement in the shadows, a flicker of give-away light.
One sitting on top of the clothes line, or watsitcalled. And the other diving towards the far fence to sit high for the outlook.
But no, nothing to be had in my backyard this hour of this day. I ran up and got the camera …
… and some grain bread, but no interest from the family. Their need being for fresh meat.
And I didn’t have any to give … but they let me take a few pix from close by.
A simple pleasure, unhurried.
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Horse Flys …
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She came in through the front door … and got herself trapped against the fly screen.
She was just following the light, not knowing to turn back into the darkness of the shaded room to get free.
She doesn’t do any knowing in that sense, being an entirely instinctive creature – this one wasn’t the exception.
So I got a glass from the kitchen and caught her up in it for transporting to the verandah.
She seemed to enjoy being out in the air, though I’m sure she didn’t know what had happened.
It took a while for her to find her feet again, don’t know how long she was trapped.
And so I left her, being what she is, to find her way once more in the wide world.
Then she took to the air … as all good flies do.
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Time Flys
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Smiley …
A few caterpillar shots, eating a gum tree in the local bush.
A very unusual looking creature. No idea what they turn into.
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Do you ever stand outside at night in a dark place and look up at the stars.
See them in the blackness without resting on any one for long.
No naming or counting, just the sense of them.
In a vast black space. Balm to mind.
Wonderful …
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Blue Banded Bee
Blue Banded Bee asleep gripping a dead twig of the star jasmine on the fence. Under cover from the rain.
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A female, by the four bands, not five, about two metres from the mud brick house cast for her early in the year.
And on the other side of the house – two youngsters in tandem on a flower stem, under the moon. No blue bands yet …
Flash disturbed the one behind, who began to buzz and struggle, as if agitated dreaming. So I backed off …
With all the rain and wind the past couple weeks these little creatures are struggling. But not suffering emotionally, they don’t do that.
They are cognisant of the effort and the hunger, are it, but not a single thought is wasted on it. And it can’t be changed.
The sun will shine again … the flowers will bloom … mud brick homes are available.
Everything changes in time …
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Friday …
Just the one sleeping on a tendril hanging from the fern above the Orange Tail Resin Bee hotel.
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S/he started to buzz and appeared irritated with flash so I pulled back for it to withdraw to darkness once more.
Ok, just one more … from front and below, bee hotel in background. Everybody asleep … for now.
The Blue Banded Bee is much about the garden through the day. Less visible at night though.
The flash can waken them and they fly to the nearest light, not good for BBB. So only a few shots for now.
Maybe when it gets colder and they are more sluggish, and I can find them, I’ll get some more.
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