I woke up this morning to see these “flower power” guys protesting out on my deck. One of them was yelling “we know where you live” Apparently they didn’t like my last blog about their new-found friend Larry.
I didn’t know weeds had access to the internet, must be those little webs hidden in among their leaves. I’m going to find their spokesleafperson and give him a spray.
Cowards. They’ve sprinted off.
I’m giving in. It’s back to eating meat with chips
ring ring ring.
It’s my phone
“who’s that?” I ask.
“The Potato Union.”
” How did you get my number?”
“We heard it on the vine.”
“Are you with these guys?”
“No we’re a different branch.”
“Ok I’ll forget the chips. I’ll have a Vegemite sandwich instead.”
This is such a fantastic photo taken by Nick Edards. Pregnant females congregate in maternity camps a couple of weeks before giving birth around October and November after a six-month gestation period.
At the top of the picture you can see the baby flying-fox being born. Can you see its eyes are wide open?
For the first few weeks of life females carry their young while they forage . In this photo taken by Ofer Levy you can see the baby flying-fox clinging onto its mother as she heads off searching for food.
Pipeline Calendars is giving a helping hand by producing a calendar which traces the year in the life of a Grey-headed flying-fox. It’s full of great information, fantastic photographs, a giant poster and fun things for the kids to do.
If you would like to help the cause click on over to the Pipeline web site and buy your copy of the 2016 Grey-headed flying-fox calendar. $5 from every sale goes to research.
A great start to the day. I clear my thinking, enjoy the early morning sun and plan the day ahead.
His right hand rests on the steering wheel, the sun is high in the pale blue sky. The highwayman makes his way back up the coast. He has driven from dawn and is alone.
He comes to the sea cliff bridge seemingly floating above the ocean as it gracefully winds its way along the steep slopes that sweep down from the cliffs between Coalcliff and Clifton. Large sandstone boulders are evidence of cliff collapse and landslips which gave rise to the need for this new section of the coastal drive.
The highwayman can see that heaven is somewhere between the sea and the sky and today heaven looks empty and silent. The sky is so huge he imagines it clinging to the curve of the earth where the horizon is hardly distinguishable from the surface of the sea.
If you like driving as I do, then do yourself and your car a favour and take the 169 km day trip from Sydney known as the Grand Pacific Drive and you too can soar upwards from the sea cliff bridge towards heaven and onwards into the southern sky above the Tasman sea.
(c) 2009 simple and easy information