I secretly covet this little shed. I can see myself just slipping in through the door to another world where all you can see are jetties, water, boats and birds. A perfect spot for a sundowner or two.
These masked lapwings nest in the yard next door every year. Hopefully, their second attempt at parenthood this spring will have a better outcome. The earlier brood fell victim to the neighbor’s cat. Mr. takes parenting seriously starting work on the new family the day after the massacre.
Mind your step this week
I have spread my dreams
under your feet.
Tread softly,because you
tread on my dreams.
FOTD – Saturday 29 August
I spent a couple of mornings earlier this month watching the moon set over the water, from the comfort of my bed. I finally crawled out from under the doona and captured this photo. The next full moon is September 2nd and the days are getting warmer, so no excuses.
Deja vu or Vuja de? Yesterday I visited our local vetinerary practice to collect some supplies. Three masked and gowned vets were consulting owners in the driveway of the practice. Only the animals were allowed to go inside. Is this going to be the new normal?
After a mind numbingly busy year that finished with managing 7 seven major events in four weeks, my long awaited holiday has finally began with a stay at my brother in laws’ shack near Narooma. I woke before dawn eager to get the day started. Sleeping in, sitting still and being idle is great, but I have to ease myself into it.
Today started with my favourite walk, from the shack to Brices Wharf via the Scenic Drive, about 3 kilometres one way, Paul left early to fish at the warf and I arrived intime for a lift home for breakfast. The light rain overnight left the bush smelling fragrant, its a shame that we aren’t able to record smells to share online. After breakfast we drove to Horse Island on the Tuross River for an a paddle.
I love to follow this little creek into the hidden inner lake, it’s s so narrow and shallow, its great that power boats aren’t able to navigate their way in.
I had been intrigued by this sign on previous paddles, wondering about who had naked it in the treee and what it once said. I had assumed that the message had long gone. It was only when I enlarged the photo I realised that it was an epitaph to a cherished mate. There is definitely a story waiting to be told.
The birding on this section of the Tuross is alway good I managed to tick 24 species.
Just home again from a great weekend catching up with friends in Narooma. We happened to be in town for the 2014 Narooma Boats Afloat Festival. This was the 9th time the featival has been held in Fosters Bay with a flotilla of over 50 boats on show. There were wooden boats of all shapes and sizes, clinkers, putt putts, steam boats, electric and sail boats, something for everyone, as well as arts shows in the quaint little boatsheds around the bay.
The flotilla arrived for just as the jazz band started playing and we had settled in for the afternoon.
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