Yesterday my friend Robin drove up from the city. After a quick cup of tea we jumped in his car and I took him on a tour of the backroads around here. It was lovely to be the passenger for once. We just cruised around the dirt roads stopping whenever something interested us. We had a fine old time snapping away merrily.
The highlight of the trip for me was spotting a wedgetailed eagle perched on a ledge in a local quarry.
I washed the window in our front door yesterday. It wasn’t a burst of spring cleaning. It wasn’t because I had suddenly morphed into the housework robot. It was so I could take clearer photos of the Superb Fairy Wrens that have decided that particular window is their favourite perch.
It was this particular shot that inspired me to break out the spray bottle and wash the window.
There are dots and smudgy bits all through the photo. This is the window that David likes to write on with his nose, there were smudgy heart shaped blurs all through the shot but I managed to crop the worst of them out.
So in order to get a better bird photo I quickly washed the window. All the while hoping that I wouldn’t get sprung by The Spouse, because then he would guilt me into washing the rest of the bloody things.
My housewifely diligence paid off this morning when I looked out the sparkly window and saw a female wallaby eating the grass under the clothesline.
I managed to get a dozen or so good clear shots through the window, of this female Bennetts Wallaby before the chooks wandered up to see what she was eating and scared her off. These photos haven’t been edited at all apart from some slight cropping.
I might have to wash another window later on today because these Green Rosellas have been perching on the balcony railing.
Luckily for me the door was open, so I very quietly stuck my arm out the door and by pure chance managed to get two decent shots. Yay!
If the door hadn’t been open I would have had to shoot through this window and the shots would have been very fuzzy.
The calendar says it is spring. The fruit trees are blossoming, so the calendar is probably correct but the dead giveaway that we might just be edging away from the gloomy greyness that characterised this winter is the behaviour of the birds.
The behaviour of these two sex obsessed Superb Fairy Wrens to be precise.
These two little wrens have been flying around the house for three days now,singing their little hearts out. They spend ages trying to chase off their rivals which also happen to be their own reflections. Silly birds.
They are singing outside the window right this minute.Their chirpy twitters make me smile and I have had my camera close to hand for the first time in weeks.
This photo also reminds me that I might just need to wash some windows.
But who can be bothered washing windows when there are kites to be flown?
The rainbow coloured kite made me smile. I had bought the children various kites over the years but we have too many trees and the wind is too swirly for successful kite flying here at home. So it was with great delight that Veronica’s paddock proved to be the perfect spot to fly a kite. We all had a turn and it was lovely fun.
