Hanging in there

Last night I dreamt that one of Miske's puppies was washed off the rocks at Lights Beach. I jumped in to save her in the heavy swell. A big storm was coming in, in fact the first rains at the edge of the front have hit us now. I was swimming her in steadily, kicking on my back, a tiny bit at a time, as the choppy waves rolled in one after the other and the undertow tried to suck me back out. I just concentrated on staying afloat-alive until my feet touched the sand, and we raced into shore before we were sucked out again. Just after I returned with the first, the second puppy dived in and was sucked out and I had to do it all over again. I really didn't want to go back in, the water was so cold, but I had to.

That dream seems to mirror my current state as I try to finish my last piece of assessment work for uni. Just when I thought I had nearly finished, there is more to do. Then, when checking some facts, I found more images  and maps that need to be added, and the whole document has to be re-indexed etc. One hundred pages is now one hundred and fifteen ... and there is still an essay to finish. Perhaps I need to listen to my dream, ignore the 'cold water' and just do it bit by bit, till I finally get there.

Which brings me to the cockatoos, who also are just 'hanging in there'

Female Long-billed Black Cockatoo (or Baudin's Cockatoo) - grey eye ring

So much of their habitat has been cleared over the last one hundred years that they have trouble breeding successfully - both from the point of view of adequate nesting sites and adequate food in the vicinity of the nesting sites. Their favoured habitat is in the high rainfall forests of the south west. They are listed as vulnerable and rare or likely to become extinct, which is a terrible thought. I remember when we lived in Perth, at Men of the Trees (where I was a volunteer) we grew plant species for mass planting in the wheat-belt, specifically as future food and habitat for all the cockatoos. Those plants should now be maturing and paying dividends for the birds.

Male Long-billed Black-Cockatoo - red eye ring

Their favoured food are the seeds in the  honkey nuts of the Marri and sometimes the blossom. They also eat the seeds of  other Eucalyptus and  Proteaceae plants. Six years after planting Hakeas we have black cockies visiting to feast on the semi mature seeds. Not only do the hakeas provide seeds for cockies, but they are a haven for little birds that feed on insects and nectar from the flowers. Occasionally the prickly leaved shrub has been a safe nesting site for small honeyeaters.

Cocky feeding on Hakea protrata seeds

Kissing the Earth

Just love this from Lisa Congdon's blog. She is an illustrator and artist from San Francisco.

Walking with Archibald Menzies

In light of the recent eclipse of the sun which was visible over in Queensland, I was amazed when reading Archibald Menzies' diary of his arrival in King George Sound: 'On the morning of the 28th of Sep'r [1791] the sun rose eclipsed which was distinctly visible to us'. Menzies was the botanist (and surgeon) on board the Discovery, commanded by Captain George Vancouver on the 1791-1795 voyage from England to explore the Pacific region and the northwest coast of North America, via Australia and New Zealand. They spent some days exploring and collecting in this area from 27 September to 13 October 1791.

This amazing time lapse photograph of the eclipse by Ben Cooper

He describes a romantic landscape, after climbing a 'small prominence from which we had a full view of the Basin & a considerable tract of country beyond it ... was pleasantly diversified with groves of trees hills and valleys forming a rich & picturesque prospect boldly drawn by nature's manly pencil, but the inland country was one continuous forest of trees' . I was surprised that nature had a manly pencil - I thought nature was aligned to the feminine - or perhaps it was, but it was men who observed, drew, used her?

John Sykes, 1791

A Hut of King George III Sound 

on the South-west Coast of New Holland

They came across several deserted Aboriginal encampments, the first was a single hut on the edge of a grove of trees. The second was a group of twenty six 'scattered about in the skirts of a small wood … separated a little distance from one another & formed somewhat like beehives with a large opening on one side which faces to the south west in all of them … in two instances we  observed double ones, that is, two joined together with one opening or door common to both … there was a fireplace near each of them … Many of the stems of the trees bore evident marks of fire, some were even hollowed out by it’ . Interestingly, today there are houses nested in among these same groves, although I expect few of the original trees survive to this day.

Sykes, Alexander, Landseer 1798.
A deserted Indian village in King George 111 Sound,
New Holland

Groves of mixed karri, swamp yate and housing
Little Grove 

Generally, Menzies and his companions seemed to have little trouble walking through the country, there being 'many spots of rich pastures abundantly cropped with excellent grasses and a variety of herbaceous plants' . The going was occasionally tough and he has a quaint way of putting difficulties 'We traced this brook ... a task of no little labor on account of the density & luxuriancy of its crop of brushwood & long grass'. The grasses were frequently up around a metre high, in extensive valley meadows that were interspersed with wooded clumps of trees or bushes, and generally 'though trees and bushes were scattered over it, yet they were not apparently so thick as to form any obstruction to our investigation' .

Meadows today in Torndirrup N.P.

Menzies writes of seeing evidence of fire just about where ever he goes; 'Many of the stems of the trees bore evident marks of fire, some were even hollowed out by it' and 'The frequent marks of fire & general burnt state of the country every where round the Sound was a subject of much conversation amongst us'. They couldn't be sure about the causes of the fires, putting it down to 'a combustible quality in the earth' or 'elementary fire' or to the 'disposition of the natives who are fond of kindling frequent fires' . Although they did not see this for themselves, as they saw no Aborigines during their stay there, they were aware that Captain Philip, during his time in Botany Bay, had 'occular demonstration' of frequent firing of the country by the local inhabitants. Menzies reasoned that the 'general conflagration' could be more reasonably be explained by firing by Aborigines than 'by the aid of any supernatural cause' .

Banksia illicifolia in recently burnt country, Torndirrup N.P.

In The Biggest Estate on Earth, Bill Gammage explains the use of fire by Aborigines to maintain complex mosaic landscapes that maximise utility and game availability. Today in the south west, fire is used to maintain mosaic landscapes for biodiversity and for fire control. It makes sense that fire should have been used as a tool, not only for attracting and trapping game, but more simply as a mechanism to keep the country traversable. If you have ever tried to bush bash on foot through thick scrub that has not seen a fire for some years you will know what I mean.


Menzies, Archibald, 1790 - 1794, Journal of Archibald Menzies, surgeon and botanist on board Discovery, Empire Online.

Taking turns

For a while I have been trying to get a photo of the red winged wrens that have finally ventured up from the creek line at the bottom of the garden up to the house garden. Lately we've seen the boy flitting close by, but each time I grabbed my camera he disappeared. Two weeks ago, while pruning the garden I came across a nest well hidden in the shrubbery with a couple of tiny pale speckled eggs nestled deep inside. The nest was made from woven grasses and cape gooseberry husks. Since then, I'd left the nest alone for a while trying not to disturb the sitting bird - at this stage I had no idea who the nest belonged to.

Female red winged wren

Yesterday I peeked into the domed nest and saw a couple of hatchlings. A female wren appeared on top of the nearby asparagus and scolded me. Time to check it out. Within ten minutes of sitting out with camera in hand, a little distance away from the nest, the male red winged wren took his turn at the nest. Jackpot! They took turns at the nest while the other parent hunted for food. The female disappeared within the shrub, whereas the male, after feeding the young, guarded the general area, looking about the whole time. At the change over, the returning bird called to the bird at the nest who called in reply, then they swapped duties.

Male red winged wren at nest

It will be fantastic when they leave the nest and we have a whole family of red winged wrens flitting through the house garden.

Better than the fox

Apart from a vixen with a den full of hungry cubs,

this time of the year provides a garden full of colour

with exotics

and subtle native flowers - Agonis flexuosa 

and riotous kangaroo paws

and the promise of summer fruit - Paradise pear

Flying south for summer

I heard them before I saw them. But if you asked me now to describe their call I wouldn't be able to. It is just something I know without realising I know. Looking in my bird book, their early breeding season call is described as 'a loud, sharp, penetrating, far carrying kik-kik-kik-kik or occasionally kek-kek-kek-kek'. 

The sacred kingfishers have arrived, flying south for their summer breeding season. Around here they nest in tree hollows, up high, twenty five metres or so - and there are plenty of hollows in the bush next door.

They are very difficult to get up close enough for a good photo. You'll just have to imagine the rich greeny and blue green colouring on the head and wings. They really are beautiful. They sit on the fence posts then dive onto the ground after insects and small lizards - until you get too close and they are off, swooping down the paddock and up into the trees.

*#!fox*#!

A lot has been going on in my life recently and this is the latest. 

We were away in Perth for just a day and the *#!fox*#! raided our chook yard in the middle of the day. 

The first time in seven years that the yard had been broken into. 

We came home to this.

And this.

Now I have just six hens left. Luckily my broody hen was spared so she is now sitting on eggs, some from my murdered hens and some from my sister's hens. 

The chook yard has been even further fox proofed and Miske is on fox patrol.

Fingers crossed some chickens will hatch.

of earth and sky

Museum, Artifact

Last night I was lucky enough  see Bangarra's touring show of earth and sky and it was fabulous.

The performance, sets, costumes, music - all inspiring and thought provoking. 

Angel, Riley.

Here is a taste.

All images from Bangarra's web site.

Artistic director - Stephen Page, Choreographers - Artifact Frances Rings, Riley Daniel Riley McKinley, Music - David Page, Set design - Jacob Nash, Costumes - Gabriela Tylesova, Lighting - Damien Cooper.
Photo's by Andy Solo. 

One small bay

Just before I started my last essay, yes I finished it two days ago, we took a break to Albany to check out the landscape around Possession Point, one of the iconically named landscapes from the days of first European colonisation. Here are a few images taken at Whale Beach. This name too harks back to former whaling days. 

And this too - just one of life's puzzles.

'Deep sand' at Lyons River

I realised I haven't written about Lyons River. It's a place I've loved ever since our first trip to the Kennedy Ranges some years ago. Where we got bogged and had to spend the night. Except we weren't really bogged ... no really ... 'We' just thought we were.

Mark at Lyons River

We had a delightful lunch there, under the spreading river gums, being entertained by families of yellow plumed honeyeaters. They played branch chasey, snuggling up in bunches then tearing away in twittering skeins to embroider another branch with their pale golden feathers. If that wasn't enough a party of striated pardalotes flew in feeding on the ground, then up to forage on lerp encrusted river gum leaves.

Looking up

 Back to getting bogged. As we drove out after that loverly lunch, through deep alluvial sand, the car just sank. Woops. Change gears, try again, dig it out a bit ... try again. Just sinks deeper. Hmmm.

Looking down

Me - are you sure you've got it in four wheel drive? 

Yes. of course.

Me - Are you sure the hubs are locked in?? 

YES OF COURSE. 

Just looking 

OK - more digging, more trying - not working. Stay the night. Enjoy the scenery, the birds, the pools of water, the sunset and sunrise.

Lyons River & the ford

Next morning, he decides to check the hubs - you guessed it, they were of course not locked in to four wheel drive. Fix that, and we drive straight out. 

Question - why didn't you check it yesterday.

Answer - because I KNEW they were locked in!!!

Looking upstream

We have camped there since, and even avoided being bogged. However it is a place for adventure and the unexpected. Last year there was a skinned dingo? hanging from a tree on the side of the road. Mark gallantly cut it down, as it was creeping me out every time I walked past it.

We made a quick trip to the Kennedy's as well, but it was the Lyons river that was the bigger attraction this time.

Road into the Kennedy Ranges