The world of birds with its endless variety of colors, shapes, sizes, sounds and movement has long been a fascination of mine.
Maybe it’s that I’m an earthbound human creature and they can fly so they have freedom and the spirit of adventure on their wings.
They communicate in songs which I can’t understand, songs without words and yet musically enough for me to whistle along. All birds have character and a story they carry up into the clouds.
Small, swift, colorful and continuously screeching and chattering, my winter friend struts around like a pirate bird. He’s a Rainbow Lorikeet.
His head is deep dark blue, his bill bright red. His abdomen is painted violet-blue. The wings back and tail deep green. The chest is red with blue-black edging and splashes of yellow. He is a flying pallete perhaps the slab on which an artist might lay and mix their colours.
The lorikeets are daily visitors to my deck. They travel together in pairs and occasionally in a small group. They are aggressive when feeding on the packet mix I leave out and have become so used to humans they eat from my hand.
When researching parrots I came across this inventive site. POOPSUIT. Yes it’s a bird diaper
I love this little gem of promotional advice on the site which is not even seen on baby nappies.
“The Diaper should not be used unsupervised”
Have a look at the site and witness true Australian ingenuity. As our Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull says we want a national culture of innovation and I think these people have delivered.
The small fishing boat has pulled away from the shore. Two young women sit on the sand waiting. A dog chases the uncatchable.
It has been a hot and drowsy day, not a day for fishing and not a day for taking a walk along the bay.
The sky is grayer than the water and the tide is far out, as far as possible. The sea birds are aloft heading for their roost on Five Islands Nature Reserve off the Illawarra east coast.
A lone gull sits atop a pole waiting to launch into the light blue air.
The air is sunny and the chill wind of spring-time blows from behind. The traveller arrives at the long rural driveway and he knows he’s at home.
The dark arms of the trees form a circling overhead and the tree-tops meet and greet each other. Flowers and grass spring beneath their feet.Well-worn tracks lead out to the pasture slope and up to the white country home. The horses stand in wait at the pasture fence.
City life dilutes my blood and dulls my thinking but I get relief when I stop to hear the voice of the wind, the livestock and the birds. In the peace my memory stretches back to earlier years.
While walking in the country side I came to a pond. It is nowhere near big enough to sail a yacht upon and is probably only five feet wide and twenty feet long.
The trees gloomy and green cast a still shadow and a dragonfly skitters across the water. The frogs call all day long hoping their croak will attract a partner. The black swamp wallaby drinks and grazes where clusters of the small yellow flowers grow.
It might be humble pond but it has a unique charm and when the light penetrates all the way to the bottom you can see the teeming variety of animals and plants. Rarely do they move to another pond as they never have the inclination to escape their world.
There’s a world outside the city and that world overlooks a countryside laughing with blue sky, white clouds and green spring fields full of grass that just sits there and grows.
The green grass in the paddock slides off into the blue sky. Sensing the fence is down the flock congregates. They bleat, grunt, and snort but are not sure of their next move.
Their natural inclination is to follow a leader but being sheep they don’t have leaders they are all followers. Then suddenly movement, and as one they run out into the sun lit paddock and head up the hill.
Shadows and dips in the ground caused them to hesitate for a moment but being a prey species, they once again run off like they’re fleeing the danger of an unseen hungry predator. The sheep have escaped.
Vivid, the festival of light is back on again.
It’s winter in Sydney so it’s a bit chilly out on the Harbour but that’s the best way to see the show.
We caught one of the cruise boats from Darling Harbour sailing past Barangaroo Point, Circular Quay, Sydney Opera House and the Royal Botanic Gardens to catch the large-scale light projections.
The sails of the Sydney Opera House create a canvas for a range of animated Australian Indigenous paintings of snakes and goannas that slither across the building.
At Customs House a blue tongue lizard winds its way across the facade through landscapes inhabited by witches, wizards, gnomes, snakes and cockatoos.
The Sydney Harbour Bridge is bathed in blue, red and rainbow colours.
I took the photos on my iPhone and they don’t do it justice. This is one event that you really have to be there to experience the inspiration and appreciate the creativity.
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