All these fires, high winds etc have left me very unsettled. The news of the burning of iconic landmarks and the plight of the wildlife has added to this. I think that these kind of things rekindle my post traumatic stress and although I am not ill it is just unsettling. I am on the look out for threats all the time and find it hard to concentrate on the job at hand. So I have put the jobs at hand aside, put on the sprinkler to keep the grass green and took in what was outside my window.
The sprinkler brought Larry out of his hiding place. We don't see him all that often but he came out to get some water.
My makeshift bird bath is still attracting lots of birds of all sizes and as they make such a mess and we have to clean and refill it twice a day. The native swamp lily's I planted are flowering and thriving on the water.
On closer observation I see that the bigger birds, like Mervyn the magpie, aren't real happy to perch on the lip of the tray and prefer to keep their feet on the ground.
Mervyn must have been thirsty on this occassion as he walked right past Larry to get to the water.
But he was keeping a weather eye on me. The noise of the shutter on the camera had him taking notice.
The Grevillea's are out in bloom.
They are heavy with nectar and the native birds are feasting.
I walked down the track to the beach to see how thick the bushfire haze was.
Not too good. The high country had all disappeared and there was a constant wind blowing in our direction. When we first discovered this island you could look out to the mainland and not see another house. Oh how things have changed.
It was then that the perfume of the Freesias reached me. So heady. It is over 20 years ago that I helped another resident plant these bulbs. Her husband had died and we planted these in memory of him. Over the years they have multiplied and spread along most of the steep bank at this end of the island.
This is the side of the island where the south easterly winds blow most of the year. They can be cold and these exposed cliffs take the full force of the wind.
Over the years they have spread right along this bank for over 500 feet and line the main track where we first planted them. This is the area where the kingfishers hunt and you can see there bright blue feathers darting in and out of the bush. There are other escaped plants in this area like these native orchids.
I decided to walk around the point and back home through the golf course. Here I was greeted by swarms of moths that are hatching at the moment. (All those white dots are moths.) So those birds that feed on insects are getting rather fat.
I am so glad I live here. Maybe I can now get back to those jobs.