Nature's Place

Gathering …

… at the birdbath.

Nasturtium in the dying light of the day, reflected. As we reflect, on what’s of value perhaps.

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Local wallaby, a frequent visitor to the garden, enjoys a drink of clean water. A little shy still.

Young water dragon at Kate’s place. Included after Kate spotted a younger on here, but I didn’t get a shot.

The zinnia are doing very well lately. Shooting up and presenting many colours and shades for our viewing – sensible – pleasure.

Blue faced honey eater and a noisy myna reflecting on their reflections, or each other, but no animosity, just unassuming self expression.

Drops of water being loosed from her feathers. They dive into the water and often take off very quickly, maybe it’s the vulnerability of being wet through that makes them wary at such times.

All images in this post are taken with a new (for me) camera. Just getting used to it …

Young pied magpie, those great warbling singers of the morning. Mother has been taking them around the place, teaching what she knows.

The birdbath is filled daily with fresh rain water from the tank. I think they know the difference and enjoy that. I know I would.

And the noisy myna, also a mum (or dad) watching over her babies below. Mums all love their babies, you know.

It’s a very popular place at different times of the day. As can be seen by the nature of some of the visitors.

There is often some agitation between the different kinds of birds, but it’s just territorial display, nothing too aggressive.

Nature, different creatures and forms just doing what they do as they go about their daily lives. Birds being birds, bathing.

No ongoing issues, nothing held on to in memory, to be revived for airing another time.

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I know, feet not included. :-) … This a Stone Curlew mum and her chick, local inhabitants in the Redlands, near (enough) the water.

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Waking up can be hard to do. A struggle until the art is perfected, by practise. But mum’s about to help as necessary.

They are not shy birds, nor are they domesticated. Independent creatures that keep much to themselves, even when living outside the kitchen window.

Getting closer … But always wary of danger to the chick. Raucous in their protest if they perceive their space is intruded upon.

Closer still, or I just zoomed in a bit more … The adult male stands about 2 feet tall. Wouldn’t risk that beak at close quarters. Nor would he, unless he had to.

I know that’s the name of a delicious fruit but it also describes the weather we have been having in SE Brisbane for a while. Mild warm days and cool nights with enough rainfall in the dark hours to keep everything green and growing.

The frogs and cicadas sing out every evening at dusk, especially with a little rain. The flowers are blooming all around. Bees and bugs, butterflies and birds are all frequent visitors to the garden.

It’s a nice time to be free of encumbrances, but who’s to say what is one of those, or what is not. It’s a relative existence.


What is is the way it is, for now. Until it changes, then that’s what is. And it’s always now, here, felt in the body’s space.

A dream of healing. A body, caterpillar-like you could say, turns into something else.

Felt deep down, may come to pass.

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