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…
Mmm, it would be just as common I think, depending on the temperament and the intelligence of your horse. Like good and bad drivers, I suppose.
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ReplyDeleteNot a nice whay to die I suppose. No quick emegergency medical care. Beautiful stone.
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He looks pretty forgotten, though, doesn't he? I like the style of wrough iron 'rope' that once hung around this grave. The grass looks as though it has not seen water for many a long month, although I think this not to be the case. I wonder if this is merely a form of dried off summer growth. I heard there is so much fodder out there that the bushfire threat in the coming season is immense.
ReplyDeleteit looks a little sad.... but i like this pic! and always interesting to read the cause of death..
ReplyDeleteThe iron frame of the grave seems very low! Almost suggests that this grave is not just overgrown but may have subsided over time! At least, it appears that there has been some natural disturbance!
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