While we wait for the rain. Some of mother nature’s wonders are waiting
for something else to happen. Nestled in
the reeds of the freshwater lakes in town.
Mother Magpie Goose sits on her golden egg, waiting for the joy of young
ones running around. They can actually
lay up to 16 eggs, average 8 eggs. Now
that is some instant family. :)
Beautiful Torres Strait Pigeons have been
flying around for the past couple of months.
Checking out the scenery down on the Cape from their usual habitat in
the Torres Straits. Creating new
families, catching up to old friends, checking out new homes. High in the trees
they are always on the lookout for those bright palm berries to munch on for afternoon
tea with friends.
Early bird gets the worm, or bug as the case
may be here. Low tide on the mud flats
of the Esplanade. Sandpipers were homing
in on their targets. Namely breakfast of
bugs and crabs. Very few escaped this
hungry little fellow this morning. He
was getting in quick because at 7am it had already hit the 30s. It’s been a hot week, and think going to
continue past the weekend; yeah!
High in the gum tree the koala bears have
gone on summer retreat and the lorikeets’ have come to play hide and seek in
its branches. The midgees may eat you
alive at the bottom of the tree, but I guess that provides a smorgasbord high
above for our feathered friend.
In the animal kingdom, if you want a photo of
a two legged, four, six, eight legged friend you have to have patience. I've been stalking this Intermediate egret
for the last couple of days in the local tributary. Hiding amongst the mangroves, her beautiful
breeding plumage drapes out over the water, as she feeds in the shallows,
waiting for Mr Right to come along. When
she eventually lays her eggs high in the nest of a tall tree, they will be pale
green colour.
This is major Tom. Should have
been the song ringing out over the lakes district today. The Pacific Black ducks were all having a meeting,
bathing, and preening their feathers with expertise. A dip in the lake, splash around, another dip.
Bit of preening with that 360 degree head/neck
(well it seemed like it) getting to the hard spots on the back. Fast air dry with the flap of the wings, above
the water. All done. Next. Another
comes to land and it happens all over again. Nothing like splashing around in the water on a
hot almost summer's day.
The days of the old chin wag over the fence
with neighbours have left many streets.
There are still those wonderful streets that chin wags and maybe the odd
social drink happen. I guess
sometimes there is also that nosy neighbour too. That it is part and parcel of different
strokes making the world go round. With
his waggy tail frantically going back and forth. There isn’t much of a chin wag going on this
afternoon. However, high on the cards is
afternoon tea of bush bees for our Willie Wagtail friend.
