Coloured Life
Rainbow Lorikeet enjoying a few crumbs in the front garden after a night in the Jacaranda.
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They will call out when they are hungry, knowing there is food to be had here at times.
And that is most I see them, with so little rain to water their usual feeding grounds.
And the Noisy Minah, a local character with a demanding way, as she swoops on my head.
Clack, clack, clacking her orders at me. Sometimes touching my hair as she goes.
For a little food, for her and her young. We know each other over generations now.
Rainbow Lorikeet and Noisy Minah browsing on crumbs in the driveway.
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Shake A Leg
Just getting on with the business of living in this hot country of Australia.
A christmas beetle, stretching out on a leaf in the shade of his favourite tree.
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Born
And a few more …
Though somewhat handicapped by the loss of flight he portrays the essential dignity of the natural – untouched by Human nature – things.
It may be the wings will not unfold – pump up. Such is not uncommon in the garden, though a life is still lived as much as can be.
Everything has its place …
Recently emerged, wings still unfurling, standing high overlooking a wild new world on the move.
From the long darkness of confined incubation to the shapes and colours of a sunlit place.
And the work begins, to fly then fly to fulfill a purpose.
To live and die a wasp, no more or less.
A small thing … not insignificant.
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Gardening
No surprise to see what comes, it being the only ‘wet’ garden hereabouts. Oasis in an urban desert where people still cut down trees and rip out mature bushes – habitat and food sources.
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The ‘season’ so far is hot and dry and summer has only just begun. Bushfires already in full swing, affected people doing their best with it.
I am inclined to make room for any creatures that appear but there are conditions in a small finite space. … All must abide if it’s to survive.
These guys idea of gardening is to eat everything. Needless to say, this can’t be allowed without regular checks.
The garden is for every creature that fits in it, none are allowed to destroy or monopolise resources.
Though all can have a piece for a time, and some ‘management’ occurs, it is largely left to run.
And so it unfolds, not unlike a flowers petals open to the sun, as time passes.
It all happens in time, everything in its place, a containable space.
Perspective means nothing runs amok … for long.
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