Sunday, November 19, 2006, 02:34 PMThis Entry is for Sally in Anchorage Alaska who rather likes Mo, so in many ways it is a pictorial of Adventures we have taken together.
Over time we have got to know each other very well, so I know when the camera bag apppears it means Adventure time for him & his excitement will prevail until we get to our destination. Nearly all outings are just day trips from home either to the East & the Hills or to the West where the Plains begin. North being inbetween & South will take us to the River for something different.
I get the "Look" to put the window down along the way & do so where it is safe like away from the Highway...This is mostly on back roads & country lanes. Mo understands me more than I think from observing my every move, I am acutely aware of just how much he watches me & a lot of our understanding is from Looks.
With the exception of the summer snake worry & when fox baiting occurs he can in most places run about & explore as we walk.
Here we are at the Bum Tree as I call it for obvious reasons which is one of his favourite trees to climb... Foxes do this to sleep during the daylight hours & his Lordship being a terrier will chase them given the opportunity. I prefer to come here & think of a story I could make up as to how this Old Man Kurrajong Tree got tired from wandering, just looking for that perfect place to sit down & rest his weary branches. It has proven quite a challenge in other photos to get those cheeks just right ! A bit over exposed here
Mo knows I do something with the camera so has become very cooperative in posing for me, he seems to like the attention with the clicking thing
Not everything goes his way though & things can be tough at times for any model with little legs close to the ground
Or when Tim is home & the Band have practise in the Shearing Shed
I knew you would save me.... I gave you the Look !
Some Adventures happen right at home & almost become a nightly ritual
Except Mo can't climb some trees & the Brush Tail Possum knows it, so at about this point I get the All Worried Look to get him down. Luckily saying it is tea time works & we can call it a day to go inside.
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Friday, November 17, 2006, 03:40 PMOn the 15th of April I began an entry titled :
Bringing in the Sheaves at Ganmain
I am now pleased to say this has been finished.
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Happy Reading & Viewing !
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Wednesday, November 15, 2006, 10:49 AMI have been asked : What happened to that snake in the house ?
Well, after I had pulled Mo to safety & shoved him into the laundry where he proceeded to try & scratch a hole back through the door, the snake as seen in the photo wanted out by getting into the window. Jen the wren had appeared by this stage & stood guard in case this visitor decided getting into the kitchen & under the fridge or dishwasher was a better idea.
I quickly went to get a synthetic seed bag which I lay open (in a fashion) snugly against the wall. I then gently swooshed the snake to go along the wall with a broom where apon it went into the bag which I quickly scooped up...later it was released back into the wild.
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Tuesday, November 14, 2006, 09:26 PMBoth of us were woken by the noise of subtle scratching on the 2 seater outside our open bedroom window to the verandah. I remember looking at the clock radio which said 3 am & thinking I haven't heard any thunder so why is the prowler there. This prowler always comes with thunder in the night.
In the darkness I knew those brown eyes, brown eyes that can just see over the window sill peering in moving left & then right.
Only having hearing in one ear I assumed with this good ear to the pillow there must have been some distant rumblings I was oblivious to...Rain was expected but not storms surely
I drifted off to sleep for a time but was woken again by what was obviously more urgent sounds coming from the 2 seater with its wooden boards. Then I heard the heavy breathing & this took me back for a moment to a time years ago when the sheep got in around the house one night.
It is funny now, but at the time it sure was a jolting shock to ones system. That morning we woke to the sounds of heavy breathing outside this same bedroom window on the verandah. Talk about spring into action when it dawned on us what it was !...Luckily though little if anything of the garden had been eaten & a hurried bare foot run on a cold dewy dawn by yours truly rounded up the culprits to be herded back out the opened gate.
This breathing was different & as I lay there listening not wanting to move it turned into huffing & puffing with sounds of more anxious scratchings....Toenails on wood no less
Jen the wren then said in the darkness "You forgot to shut Mo in the garage can you do something please!"
It was now about 5 so I got up & went out to the family room knowing Mo would leave the 2 seater & follow me round to the back. In he came all relieved at being inside away from the scary thunder. Mo just about shakes himself to pieces with 2 things in life ...One is thunder & the other is standing on the Vet table waiting for something to happen to him. I grabbed a blanket & lay down for a sleep on our very comfy lounge whilst he took up a close safe position on the carpet nearby.
Rain did arrive with the coming of dawn & some rumbling, later in the morning when I was driving down the paddock with his Lordship lightning & thunder struck over towards the direction of Junee....Mo could not get down onto the floor quick enough to inspect the underside of the dash with much trembling & that look of despair.
Keith Lord phoned that night to tell me of a tremendous lightning hit on a tree at his farm "Homeview" towards town from us. I went to investigate this morning with Keith & was astounded to say the least by the power unleashed with this lightning strike on a big old tree. It was completely destroyed & broken into bits & pieces, some quite large scattered around in a circle from where for so long it had dominated the landscape. Even the main trunk had been blasted & splintered out of the ground breaking off the roots that held it aloft for so many years. I took some photos as Mo trotted about the debri not knowing this was a result of his fear with thunder.
It certainly served as a sobering reminder to me not to take the danger of lightning strike lightly as is often the case when about farms during storms.
This large slab of main trunk has been driven out some 40 M along the ground as evidenced by the mark
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Friday, November 3, 2006, 11:41 AMIt was pleasing to know it can still rain after not having a fall for well over a month. With the lunchtime Dust Storm & accompaning 5 spots I was beginning to think we were to be denied anything at all.
With the severe drought conditions of late most of course were hoping for a substantial amount to at least fill some grain of late sown crops in a landscape now sadly consisting mostly of all types that have died. To little to late as the saying goes with just 7mm around the district
At this time of year with rain at night the Giant Pobblebonk Frog will come out from underground to rejoice in the wet. I set forth in light drizzle under my big umbrella with torch in hand to see if I could find one of these amazing frogs. After much looking about I was finally rewarded to find a "Bull Frog" which is the local term. Closing in on this one quietly sitting there in the rain one can not help but wonder how these frogs can survive such long dry spells. They mostly burrow along creek banks, or near dam banks but can be found well away from any water source often down beside fence posts. Males can be heard calling with a deep "plunk" or "thud" from Aug through to Dec then again in Mar after the summer.
Away in the darkness of the field came the bleating of a sheep & as I am expecting twins to be born from the last of my White Dorper ewes, me first thougt was it is her in the pains of labour. A hurried investigation revealed all was well however, it was Dolly (she has a lamb) who was making this baaing. She for some reason baas to me both from afar & near not so the others. Dolly can be seen in the centre of the photograph & I think she even has her mouth open.
On return the Giant Pobblebonk was gone, not frightened by my earlier flash which would be taken for lightning but I expect from the sound of Dolly....No place for a frog to be amidst the trampling of feet.
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