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…
Ooo lovely Australian images. That second one is a corker!
ReplyDeleteExpect the cost of a load of wood to rise commensurately until it sits neatly beneath the cost of the other two.
I always worry they might miss the wood and chop their foot off aghh!!
ReplyDeleteI always love the woodchopping when I see it at the Easter Show, but it's good to get more up close here.
ReplyDeleteI'm so pleased to have found your blog, its wonderful! I live in Rylstone and can't emphasize how much I love it. The show is always wonderful. The best bit is the day before when we're all madly setting up. It's bedlam! x
ReplyDeleteI always enjoyed watching this event. Those axes are so sharp. Great shots. Who will be chopping your wood?
ReplyDeleteI wonder how often you have to sharpen an ax like that. I'm sure the wood dulls it quickly.
ReplyDeleteDiane, a good question. I will reveal the answer on Burnbrae Journal someday soon.
ReplyDeleteThe woodchop is thrilling to watch... but, oh, that axe gets so close to their feet.
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