Two dragon eggs are out of the electric kiln and I have been staring at them and thinking about them for a week now.
Today I took them outside to play.
I was concentrating on photographing the eggs and nearly missed these two beauties soaring high above me in the winter sky.
Today was a good day.
These photos are doing my head in. I wonder if they put this bird down after photographing it or if they left it to die a horrible oily death? Or if it was taken to a rehabilitation centre and cleaned up?
I have been trying not to think about the birds in these photos.
All I have heard reported in the media is the failed attempts to plug the leak and stories about police not allowing access to the heavily polluted beaches. Admittedly I don’t watch much television and a lot of my information about the oil disaster is coming from twitter.
So I will ask you my American friends what is happening on the ground in Louisiana? According to reports on twitter the oil has reached Florida.
I clicked over to this site www.ifitwasmyhome.com which was able to give me an idea of the scale of the oil disaster.
I have zillions of words swirling around inside my head but none of them will behave for long enough to come together in a straight line. So I will finish up with a photo of the Wedgetail Eagle that was in my backyard the other day. These birds are critically endangered here in Tasmania and I wonder how long it will be before they are just a memory.
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.
