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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Dark Visitors

Mantis, there’s a few around the garden helping in their way to keep the balance so the garden goes on. Preying …

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Walking on water … The mother wolf spider carrying her brood. She couldn’t climb the side of the tray so I helped her along with a handy leaf.

Darkling beetle, a colourful fellow and carrying his own load – a few mites to be seen feeding on him. Such is life at times.

Drunken moth, imbibing at the fermenting orange. Apparently nature likes a drink now and again. Just not too much or you end up flying in circles.

They come and go as they please, creatures of day and night. They do what they do, according to their nature, no analysis necessary.

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Luck …

… or not, that’s life.

It takes intelligence to be a flower. Wonderful colour and form, unfolding all its parts perfectly in this world of sense. As fine a creature as ever emerged from the primal earth.

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A beetle of some kind, I used to know the name, enjoying the pollen bounty in what I call the native crocus – another wonderful creature risen from the earth.

Mother in waiting. There’s many of these crab or ambush spiders amongst the flowers right now. Taking advantage of the many and varied creatures visiting daily and again. Every baby has to eat.

This beetle was in the huntsman’s deadly embrace when a second beetle came along, attracted to my torchlight, and blundered into the scene, causing the spider to take fright.

And then came back and grabbed the second beetle and took it to a safer place to subdue, up a bamboo stem, and hung there from two back legs while pumping venom into the prey.

What’s this, a head of some kind, in a kind of embrace. A Dragonfly’s head.

I saw the body first and thought it had been attacked by another dragonfly, they do that. But then found the head, just under the exposed fan blades. Two and two this time = 4.

The garden is coming along fine, with many creatures to be found at different times of the day, and night.

Everything has its place and time, some could be managed better, but overall the garden, the place where nature happens, is doing fine.

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The Enchanted Garden

Wasp taking a break from the hectic pace of life on the wing. They do rest when it’s needed.

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Looks like a nosy fellow, ho ho. Trailing a human hair perhaps, uncaring. Pointedly sensing his position.

Just having fun on the red nasturtium, looking for a meal no doubt. Going about her little life.

Darkling climbing about the new begonia leaves. Maybe they are host to something nice to a hungry beetle.

A colourful fly. Sensitive to light you’ve got to be lucky to get a shot using pre-flash – on auto exposure.

Waiting for a meal to come visit. She made a home by folding leaves over her and waited for the buds to flower. Patient lady.

Another kind of creature, another place. No nook or cranny left uninhabited for long. The garden’s gypsy’s, living life on the fly, always doing their best.

Not yet established, more like evolving, the garden is nevertheless home to many creatures after 9 months. Too many to capture or include here.

Every one has its own form and function, in sense as shape, colour and sound. Each has its own center and place in the bigger picture of nature as a whole system.

They all interact in their way, or the way of the garden that grows this and that, this way and that way, in shade and shine. Every variation of the static lending to the mobility and interaction of the animated ones.

It’s a wonder to watch at times, when the wind blows the leaves and flowers, the sun shines while the butterflies and bees and many others imbibe the nectar on offer to sustain the never ending turn of life.

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Frogged Again …

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Could be the Graceful Tree Frog. It’s 5 or 6 times the size of the other frogs I’ve been posting pix of, the Eastern Dwarf Tree Frog.

Have you noticed the little grey-blue on and around the frog? Springtails love living on the wet wood under the pot plants.

Click on this one and click again and you will see a small army of hitchhikers on the head. Tiny grey-blue springtails. They could be a working part of this one’s ecosystem.

She knew I was watching, and on one jump tried to hide behind a piece of wood. Not very hard though. I think she was curious too, hadn’t seen the likes of me before.

A new frog arrived at a part of my garden the other night, the pot plants around the water tank. S/he came with the rain, what else. They need the water to get around on, the wet aids their travel. Water joins everything up, for the small and large alike. Then it’s high ground and shelter that matters, even to frogs.

There was something about this one though. I saw it at the edge of the tank garden where it would have entered from the long wide lawn and it sat stock still as I watched for a moment. As soon as I looked away it jumped, and it’s jumping and landing was a pleasure to watch, though barely seen. Masterful frog.

It did this a few times while I took what shots I could get. And then, one last time, I looked away and it disappeared into the green, as if on cue.

They know when we’re watching them, and they know we’re not a threat, but they are private creatures all the same, instinctively.

Everything comes and goes in the garden. Best to take it as it comes and hold to nothing, let it go.

That way we’re ready when something else comes, and will come the sooner for it.

And let it go …

That’s life …

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The thought had crossed my mind. To assume authority and arrange the tenants of the garden to suit my designs – we’re all tenants here after all. But I really don’t like to interfere, so much.

With the frogs scattering throughout the (admittedly) small but wildly welcoming garden, and the amaryllis such a short flowering plant or bulb, why not catch a frog and pose it on a big red flower before they’re (both) gone?

Why not? Well, it begs the question, where does that kind of interference stop. I don’t mind moving some back or foreground element, or even move an entire scene if possible, if it’s also possible to return it to original position.

But hunting down a frog to manhandle it into a place and position it probably wouldn’t settle in and would probably require repeated resettling, in a tight small garden it’s hard to navigate without breaking things. Too much ado all round for my liking.

Then early last night I popped out to have a look, as I often do, and there she (or he) was, a lovely green tree frog sitting on the big dark red amaryllis.

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Frog Platoon

Sitting in the flowers under an open sky during the day, surrounded by trees with birds coming and going all day long. Brave frog.

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During the night, a daytime frog is a very rare thing here. They climb around the place, usually after sitting still for long periods.

Each individual a unique character, discernible in the the way s/he presents. Posture, colouring, attitude, the complete and distinctive form.

Orange crucifix orchid beetle, loves to eat enough of the flowers to get her young going. Then leaves them to finish off, as far as I can tell.

The second such encounter with mating huntsman spiders – see a recent post, in the dead of night on the crucifix orchid. Same orientation, she’s above and he’s below ready to drop out of harms way, depositing his contribution to the species.

Surrounded in orange, or yellow, and loving it. It’s common to see insects with a piece missing, in this case a clawed foot. Tough world out there.

A searching posture, ready to jump perhaps. Who knows what they see, maybe the same as you and me – food and things. Except we have different diets I’m sure.

MC for the frog’s ball. Conducting the ceremonies with a zen like ease. Maybe … Or just sitting there, being a frog. Content in the absence of mental ‘issues’. No hangups from the past, or worries about the future. This is a here and now frog.

And the singer gets her chance to shine, or is it he … Soon after my seven frogs started to sing they all but disappeared. But they’ll be back …

Frog food? Maybe. But for now, and most of the time I see them, they are thoroughly enjoying the mold and fungus on the old lemon staked in the garden to attract the tiny weevils. Life is good …

One of the recent appearances, a harmless red wasp sleeping on the broad nasturtium leaves at night. One of the first of the many characters that have begun to make up the burgeoning population of the garden.

With the recent warming of the weather the frogs have dispersed into the long garden – a recently developed habitat, kept moist and naturally full of insect life.

They can still be found but not so easily as when they were all on the crucifix orchids, which the orange beetles larva are making a meal of the orange flowers.

Well, such is life, everything has its season and the season for frogs now may just be to get out into the wider world and find a mate, or a friend – do frogs have friends?

The season for the crucifix beetle has arrived. Their favourite being the orange, but they’ll get around to the pink when they’ve finished that. At some point I’ll just let ’em rip.

Until then it’s a case of managing the garden’s resources for desirable outcomes, and everything is mutable.

Every thing is mutable.

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Frog Hunter …

Doing what I can to make the frogs at home enough to stay around I have considered what food they need, but in the months I’ve observed them I haven’t seen one eat anything at all.

Since the crucifix orchid is also a favourite of snails, there are many of them at any time, I thought they might be on a frog’s menu.

But not this time … Can’t assume anything, one plus one doesn’t necessarily equal two.

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