It has been raining fairly steadily for the past couple of days, a nice drenching rain that is good for the garden. But a nice drenching rain is only nice if you do not have to sit in it and become equally drenched.
There was a wallaby in my yard this morning, she was quite soggy and was busily eating grass in the open. It is unusual to see a wallaby in the daytime as they hide in amongst the bracken and wattles and only come out into the open of an night time. On my walks the only indicator that the wallabies are in the bush just off the side of the dirt road, is the sound of a loud warning, thump thump thump from the buck as he stamps his foot on the ground signalling danger. Then softer thumps as the family hops deeper into the bush away from the deadly human. I always try and send them a telepathic message that I am safe and to not waste their energy hopping too far away as I am only passing through.
I nearly snuck out onto the balcony to take a better photo but I decided against it as I thought she had probably been sheltering under a stump all night. I knew that I would spook her and scare her away from her grazing. So I stayed inside and watched her through my grubby windows for a further five minutes or so until my coffee had brewed.
This is a photo of the same wallaby I took last summer.
I have not been for a walk since Tuesday evening because of all the running around to radiology and what not. I do park as far away from things as I can, but I am not sure a 50 metre stroll across a suburban carpark counts as proper walking, but moving is moving.
The CT scans of The Spouse’s lungs were clear and there is no evidence of any malignancy.
And I am able to think clearly again without the terrible vice grip of fear holding me hostage.
David is another matter entirely, my son is struggling a bit and he is home again for the moment, cluttering up my couch and taking over my television. Lucky for me I do not watch television or sit on the couch so I am thankful for small mercies.
The rain has eased and so I will take my chances now and head off for a quick walk.
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So glad the scans came back clear. Sometime time on mums couch watching her TV knowing you are loved and safe is the best medicine.
Yes Marita it is 🙂 do you remember the “nest” analogy I shared last week? We have made David a nest.
I am so glad the scans were clear. That paralysing fear you describe is the most awful feeling. Love this little fellow chomping away here. He probably recognises your yard as a safe haven.
Yes and I think she is a doe, she has a familiar mark on her rump which tells me that she is a resident who I “think” had a joey last year but I couldn’t get close enough to see if it was a little head sticking out of her pouch or just a shadow.
Hooray for clear scans – and for nest builders.
Hugs.
So glad the scans are clear, that must be a load off your mind.
It’s nice to have your kids cluttering up the couch now and again while they take a breather from the real world.
Very good news about the scans!
You must be so relieved that the scans were clear. I hope that whatever was causing the problem has been helped. Sending healing thoughts your way for both of your guys. The wallaby is very beautiful…a nice quiet neighbor.
Is your gorgeous son studying for exams or completing assignments. That creates a lot of extra pressure and anxiety. How sensible to return to the security of the family couch. Maybe insecurity hit when/ if he knew about his father’s health scare. Good day for walking today I reckon!