A thorough job…
Warm, sunny days tempt more than just humans into the water.
Just as we love swimming, at least some Kookaburras seem to relish getting thoroughly wet. It’s becoming quite common for me to spot one or more of these magnificent birds, thoroughly drenched through bathing in a pool of tap water.
And by the response I received, these Kingfishers are not the least bit camera-shy….Or have they just gotten used to my presence?
What’s for lunch? Crab?
It’s a duck’s life, flying in from home, sampling the delicacies on offer at the local swimming baths.
Maybe on average I see ducks there once or twice a week. Sometimes they’re on the water, swimming or diving. Sometimes on the shore, searching for food. Sometimes on the promenade, quenching their thirst.
And then, sometimes after a well-earned rest, they fly hastily away.
Homeward bound, I’ll bet…
Why is this cow smiling?
Perhaps it’s enjoying being the centre of attention at the local Australia Day show.
Perhaps it’s relishing the company–of humans, of farm-yard animals, and of pets.
Perhaps it’s savouring its new environment–the distant trees, the unusual grasses.
Does it know that it will soon play a major role– the animal star of ‘Milking the Cow’?
Whatever the reason –to our eyes at least– this cow is displaying a contagious grin. 🙂
The Smiling Cow
The friendly goat
Goat with attitude
Furry and Feathered Friends
Our local Council organized a wonderful, family day out in celebration of Australia Day on January 26.
Sheep in waiting (Shearing)
Carnival-style stalls and demonstrations of country activities such as shearing the sheep and milking the cows provided some of the day’s highlights.
But for me, nothing could equal the delight of watching the farmyard animals.
One remarkably friendly and engaging baby goat kept coming up to me, seeking attention. I confess I would be tempted to have one as a pet if circumstances permitted.
As it is, Chicki need have no fear of competition.
White-faced Herons are frequent visitors to the local baths.
I’m sure they find rich pickings there. Why else would they choose to come back, day after day?
I see them surveying the beach, suddenly stabbing downwards. The nearby mudflats are another favourite spot.
Their fight is as quiet as it is graceful.
Such elegant birds!
Few flowers remind me of my childhood more than these charming and unusual plants.
I guess some consider them to be little better than weeds since they grow so readily and spread so well.
Be that as it may, they are a sweet and colourful reminder of my childhood: where I lived when I was small.
It was near the city, and gardens were not in abundance.
There hardy plants soldiered on, year after year, dying back over winter: to return again every Spring.
They are quite intriguing. They open their petals to show their lovely colours only when the light is not too bright. Hence their name: Four o’clocks.
I’m sure that there’s another title that purists give them, but to me this fits the bill nicely.
Do they grow where you live?