Having finished the circuit at the zoo we settled down for a nice lunch at the cafe. This chirpy little blue wren came close to our table while his brown wife Jenny jumped playfully on the grass. Nesting swallows swooped in an out of the rafters.
Musing:The Blue Wrens and the Butcher Bird by Judith Wright
"Sweet and small the blue wren
whistles to his gentle hen,
"The creek is full, the day is gold,
the tale of love is never told.
Fear not, my love, nor fly away,
for safe, safe in the blackthorn-tree
we shall build our nest today.
Trust to me, oh trust to me."
Cobwebs they gather and dry grass,
greeting each other as they pass
up to the nest and down again,
the blue wren and the brown wren.
They seek and carry far and near,
down the bank and up the hill,
until that crystal note they hear
that strikes them dumb and holds them still.
Great glorious passion of a voice--
sure all that hear it must rejoice.
But in the thorn-bush silent hide
the nest-builders side by side.
"The…
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ReplyDeleteFirst you have the RMB box. Then that fence: what do you call a fence built like that. I will try to find out. I am sure my Dad used to know. Then rusty CI.
Glen Davis rings a bell from my childhood somewhere. Is it anywhere near Sofala?
I think it is called a Post and Rail fence. Yes Glen Davis is in the general vicinity of Sofala, about 80-90 kms away by road but they are in fairly distinct areas i.e. you would not typically go to Sofala and think "while I am here I will pop along to Glen Davis" you would more likely say "while I am here I will go to Hill End or Bathurst"
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