I haven’t started off with a sunset in ages, so here we are. There’s a certain delicate feel about the clouds.
While I was slaving away on the rock pile the other day this young Magpie began squawking and carrying on for a feed. His overworked mother flew away and it sat like this for about 20 minutes, didn’t move at all.
“I don’t know what it is but every time I bend over I feel like I’m being watched.”
A buggy at the Harrow homestead, it’s nice but I still prefer my SUV.🙂
At Harrow homestead.
Obviously we have a camera shy Bee here but her full load of pollen looks impressive.
Absolutely no trouble taking this picture, the Cicada shell just sat there.🙂 I noticed it on the fence while taking the pics of the Magpie.
The Corellas are still hanging around and upsetting the locals. This one made its presence felt.
I couldn’t straighten this pic otherwise I’d have lost the Lorikeet flying away. I’d hate to be bitten by the Corrella.
Struttin’ his stuff.
“Sir, Sir, excuse me Sir, can you let me in? This wire’s a bit sharp and the grass looks so nice in there.”
I don’t think much more can be said about this pic, other than it’s a beautiful Lorikeet.
Well, that’s your lot for another week folks. I hope you’ve enjoyed my offerings, if you have come back next week to see what’s happening at The Writer’s Room. For those who are new here there’s plenty to see in the archives, poetry, novels, more photos and a collection of stories from back in the day.