Biggles blundering in the bushes
or perched in the cherry tree or on my shoulder is but a sweet
memory. Last Saturday he was called to the Great Galah in the
sky. He had a misshapen tongue and yesterday there was another
dead baby galah on the paddock. Our resident flock of Galahs
nested away from home. Therefore they also could have ingested
pesticides on neighbouring farms. We steer clear of applying
chemicals on our land, it may look scruffier but at least we know
it is 'clean and green'. My neighbour with a property 4 times the
size of ours went on an aerial spraying spree against cockchafers
one year and we lost all the frogs in all our dams.
On a happier note, my first ever sighting of an Intermediate
Egret, Ardea intermedia, or any egret for that matter in our
area within the last 20+ years. I have only seen them on the
coast or much further north before.
Imagine my surprise when we crossed the Torrens river close
to its source in Mt.Pleasant. The footbridge made a great
vantage point while my ever lovin' trotted back to the car for
my camera. No zoom on the first shot to show you the habitat.
This one mainly for identification, the beak says it all, it is
yellow more than orange so it is in non-breeding plumage.
Our son was here for one night on his way to a shoot at a
steel plant so I was lucky enough to get an over breakfast
master class and will no longer be over exposing my whites,
well, providing I can surf the menu quickly enough!
Don't you just love the way birds have their knees bending
the other way from ours?
After fishing for ever so long, he decided to go mountain climbing.
I think he was just showing off as it would have been so much easier
to fly over those jutting rocks.
Finally, playing hide-and-seek in the bushes and giving a
perfect swan impression.
Enlarge them if you are so inclined . . .
Both these memes can be accessed from the relevant Logos on my side bar.
My thanks to Springman and Michelle for hosting them.