Monthly Archives: November 2017


via Daily Prompt: Zoo

Zoo, Zóon (ζωον, animal). Zoology (ζςον  animal – λογος, study).


The raptor show time at the Alice Springs Wildlife Park (zoo) is worth seeing.. The birds are all rescue birds. This owl, I love owls, was trained to snap up the treats thrown above it. And it was also trained to fly over us closely, an amazing bird to see in action. In one town I was living in a few years ago, which necessitated night driving for work, I spent time on trips picking owls and Tawney Frogmouths up off the road and placing them in the roadside shrubbery. They’d get caught in the headlights and become hypnotised, dazzled by the light. The risk of course was that they’d be run over, and I couldn’t bear the thought of them being run over, so being a regular Dr. Doolittle I stopped to remove them from danger. Some of the recue birds at this zoo were road accident victims. A modern zoo is a great way to protect species, especially the injured ones and where we can enjoy their being.



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Snippet, snippet good (with apologies to Devo). For Lyn and Hayden a long day pruning an overgrown section of garden, while attended to brick paving the courtyard. None of us got off lightly that day. A snippet of our good life 🙂



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via Daily Prompt: Bite


(Photo: Hayden Cannon)

Don’t bite me! But you won’t if I don’t provoke you and try to pick you up. Another blue tongue or Bobtail lizard, sunning and soaking up the heat. which is, in essence, a life lesson for us all. If we leave people alone, if we don’t provoke or interfere where we are not wanted, there’d be less biting between people.



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via Daily Prompt: Knit


Moss and wood a marriage of sorts,  knit together in a lasting, mutual, relationship. The wood is dead, yet it gives life, while the moss is life and forms a wonderful eco network. It had just rained and petrichor was working my nostrils yet again, and the peaty smells were heavy in the air. Not only that, they give pleasure to the eye, and the touch of a hand. Eros and Psyche are perhaps lingering up ahead …



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via Daily Prompt: Percussive


We were waiting to make a dash for the car. It had been raining all afternoon, and now into the night. The rain was percussive, it was pinging off the metal of the car bodies, drumming on the bitumen, splashing in the puddles, and sounding like a rivet gun on the awning where stood. I love rain, it’s a sign of life, hope for life to come. Rain is refreshing, like petrichor, the smell ofrain on summer scorched earth. When I was a kid, I loved running around in the rain. I still don’t mind bush walking in the rain.

I love the sound of rain too, that percussion on a tin roof! I find gentle rain quite comforting, it’s like natures mantra.

And the song always comes to mind: ‘I Can See Clearly Now The Rain Has Gone.’ It’s like the rain somehow intervenes in my life, it overwhelms my senses, enables me to refocus. In some way, rain helps me to be more vulnerable, but most especially in the bush.



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via Daily Prompt: Underdog


When I walked to the water’s edge there were no pelicans. But because I did walk to that spot, right next to the fish scaling bench, pelicans appeared. They’re graceful creatures, especially given their size. They saw me and justed gently wafted in. They were disappointed, all I was holding was my mobile, ready to take a picture, and they presented one. But no fish for the underdogs too willing to stake a bet that they could get a free lunch, rather than go fishing themselves.



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via Daily Prompt: Clutch


There’s more than the clutch that’s gone – most of the working parts are missing, stripped out over fifty years or more. Whoever abandoned it wasn’t in the position to reclaim it or fix it, and unlike today’s environmental concern there was no thought to that either. This one was a home for spiders and reptiles, so it was redeemed in that sense. Plus it has given back to many a passerby in that era, a battery, rims and tyres, gear box, steering wheel, cables and more. I can’t be certain but I think the birds took the stuffing from the seating as nesting material, the door was open so the invitation was there. This shell of a former car resides at Boondie Rock between Yellowdine and Koorarawalyee along the Boorrabin National Park (and near the Koora Retreat Centre).

The clutch hopefully went to a good cause, along with everything else. I like to think of it as recycling.



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