Sunday, February 7, 2016

In at Last

The move is over and I’m/we’re over the move. Beautiful new and comfortable home. (Out in a box I reckon).

Anyway, I finally found the camera and some enthusiasm for a few bird shots. The Crested Pigeon is a fairly mundane species with which to recommence blogging I have to admit. However, from a small base …

Allan next door has an antennae tower, not sure why ‘cos ours just sits barely above the roof. Anyway his tower seems to be the feeding station for a family of cresteds.

The young ones sit and adjust the odd-out-of-place feather waiting patiently for their breakfast to arrive.

Finally a parent flies in with a gobful of mash which gets vigorously exchanged.

After the adult has dashed off with its classic ‘whistling wing beat’, (created by a special 3rd primary wing feather), the juveniles return to some mutual preening quite at home - rather like Mr. and Mrs. Gouldiae – finally!

Thursday, December 31, 2015

A Moving Moment

By way of an explanation for the lack of activity here recently, I thought I might enlighten you and warn you that this quiescence may continue a little longer.

Mrs. G and I are on the move again. Not far mind you. Currently we reside at No22 and will shortly be moving to No16 in the same street!

We love our locality and a short while back, received an offer too good to refuse – similar abode, similar commitment but a brand new home in which we have had some small input to design and fittings, etc and a generous and receptive overlandlord!

And so, at present we are otherwise quite occupied with moving house, and discovering some little, (and some largish), gems of human detritus that have managed to remain concealed for several years.

Why-oh-why do we do it? That old box of children’s books? Records, who plays records these days? Who even has a record player? Useless/outdated/even broken bits of furniture that might be useful/contemporary/repaired one day but we know never will be. Tools that once I used all day every day but now break me into a sweat after five minutes. Will I ever swing a golf club again?

Aaah, memories and I guess that’s just why we do it, so why not? At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself lately as I trudge the six small house blocks down the hill – it’s a court and the property numbers are sequential – and back up again for another load.

Anyway, that’s why this little corner of bloggland is relatively idle at present and will remain so for another few weeks, particularly in view of the fact that in a few days time I will be surprised if the Telstra/internet switch-over goes succesfully. (Regular ‘contactees’ might note that the only change to the address will be, or should be, the substituting of the 16 for the 22).

Birds, wildflowers, fungi, et al will be seen here again soon.

Kind regards and a happy new year.

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Drouin’s Trees – The Mountain Grey Gum

Undoubtedly the outstanding remnant indigenous tree species in Drouin is the Mountain Grey Gum, Eucalyptus cypellocarpa. More than a dozen of these wonderful town giants have girths greater than 6m and are estimated to be around 250 years of age or older. Many of Drouin’s Mountain Grey Gums are well over 40 metres tall.

Mountain Grey Gums have very long lance-shaped or sickle-shaped leaves, and the buds and fruit occur usually in groups of seven on flattened stems. The white flowers generally appear in autumn.

The smooth bark sheds in ribbony strips to expose whitish-grey to creamy-yellow patches on the trunk.

In Victoria, Mountain Grey Gums grow mostly south of the Divide from Melbourne to the NSW border, generally in wet gullies and on mountain slopes up to an altitude of about 1200m.

Many of the street and parkland cypellocarpas in Drouin are old enough to contain numerous hollows and a range of fauna have been observed making use of these for nesting and roosting – Eastern and Crimson Rosellas, Galahs, Sulphur-crested Cockatoos, Little Corellas, Rainbow Lorikeets, Kookaburras, Striated Pardalotes, Brushtail and Ringtail Possums, Sugar Gliders, etc.

To walk beneath some of these giants is inspiring. They are sanctuaries, provide shade and beauty and Drouin would be the poorer without them.