To Winter …
A new frog for my little garden. See the red, on its inside rear thing. I found it near the makeshift frog-pond – a tub of rainwater with various attachments to make it homely, to a from, or other small aquatic creatures.
Time enough for a few shots. Aiming for max presented surface in focus, with emphasis on the eyes and face. Always single frame shots, no stacking and no photoshop desired.
Bather at the bird-bath. A wet gathering this day, in between the rains. Looking raggedy, but they dry out nicely.
Move over guys and girls … They came, they saw and ate, and had a bath, before taking to the air and off into the wilds again.
Rainbow Lorikeet, they don’t stop for long so you have to be quick, quick enough.
One of them will always be keeping an eye out for danger, especially from the eagles way up in the sky. And the alarm rings out …
At first I thought it was a native wasp. But close up I’m not sure. I’m am sure it doesn’t mind though.
Naming and categorising is not in their nature, nor mine – with my memory for such things.
Gecko, just a youngster, possibly washed down from the roof in yesterday’s rains. It poured down for a while.
Dangerously exposed, near where the butcher-birds come to feed. But it survived a whole day and lived to tell … Lucky thing.
… you wouldn’t believe it, our winter, if you’re from one of those cold countries in the north. It’s more like an English springtime.
Mildly raining, on and off, flowers still growing, slowly. But still the garden is alive with the comings and goings of creatures.
And when the sun shines you realise how blessed we are, with such a congenial climate and engaging wildlife.
Lucky, you could say. Lucky wherever I am, whoever …
I just have to acknowledge it.
Sense to sensation.
Hmmm …
© Mark Berkery … Click on those pictures for a closer look …
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Little Man
This is how he likes to spend a little time close to Kate, relaxed.
Trying out the other chair, smelling the flowers no doubt.
A stern look. Now what did I do?
Did I drive him up the walls, maybe.
A few feet from the back door. Just saying hello.
And posing for a few shots.
The wall he was driven up.
Looking at you …
Looking …
As I stepped out into the garden and there he was. Little Man, Kate’s friendly dragon, lingering, watching.
In a flurry of action he jumped up onto the back of the chair, his favourite spot where he can see afar, and waits to see who I am, what I’m about in his garden.
Friend or foe, leaning to friend, as I toss him a bit of my food. He was waiting for it, we have met before. And he remembers.
These short encounters map a not insignificant tributary in a world of experience, for the little man.
© Mark Berkery … Click on those pictures for a closer look …
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