April ended in soft showers and wild storms, sunshowers and sunny patches, gentle grey drizzle and roof-rattling torrents.

We needed the actual water to fill the tanks and keep the creek flowing happily — and to fill my new pond.

But we also received bonuses with this mix of elements. The most striking were the rainbows.


This one had an echo, a fainter twin following it across the greyness of the watery sky, seemingly separated by a band of darker sky. Or is that an illusion?


The other bounty is what I have been waiting for all Autumn — the arrival of fungi. Only one so far — and a spectacularly beautiful fungus.

It’s large (that’s my gumboot next to it) a lacy ladies’ parasol, frilled and flocked, white with cream and caramel appliqués on top. I have seen this one before, although not here: Macrolepiota dolichaula.



Now the rain has passed on and the sun is out, I expect more varieties to pop up. I have my eyes on fungi alert from now on…


I had treated myself to a plain terracotta bird bath for my 2015 birthday; then I was given a green glazed one for this year’s birthday.

I couldn’t resist adding some bling with these iridescent stick-on glass beads. They didn’t all stick but nevertheless look pretty.

Not sure yet whether the birds like their bathing Bollywood-style…

The bird baths are for little birds, and lots of those come to drink and splash. But I want to attract waterbirds nearer to the house than the creek.


So a few ponds joined by a moat have been dug. We pumped from the creek to fill them at first, to see if they hold water.

Sadly, as you can see by the dropping water level, they don’t. I’ll need to add Bentonite and see if that helps the obvious clay particles to merge and seal.


Then I’ll add rocks to the edges and plant or stand pots on the ledges that ought to be under water.

This will give some cover for shy ducks and water hens.

I’m sure frogs and water bugs will find it very quickly. 

I can’t wait — I’m already imagining a solar fountain, a waterfall…

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I am used to seeing splashes and dashes of black and white at a distance, in the tall trees along the creek, for the White-headed Pigeons feed there often.

Near the house I am used to the Magpies and Butcherbirds strutting about in their dapper black and white outfits and singing their own praises.


I am not used to seeing a flock of large unknown black and white birds feeding on the creek flat. I counted 22! From the house they looked as big as pelicans, but clearly weren’t.


They were keeping their heads down, their beaks poked well into the grass, which was also long enough to hide their legs, so I was at a loss to work out what they might be.


The camera zoom finally found me a couple who had ventured into shorter grass. Long beak, long legs.

Ibis of a sort, but which?

They had to be Straw-necked Ibis, the most common in Australia. I could see the greenish sheen on their backs, and even if I couldn’t really see straw-coloured tufts on their chests, there were tufts.

Being vagrants, they were gone by evening.

But I am always grateful for even fleeting visits from wild creatures.

Firstly, I’d like to apologise for the dearth of blog posts lately. The website has been in process of transferring servers and this has been more of a prolonged nightmare than imagined, with many unexpected side effects and hiccups.

Hopefully we can now get back into a routine of weekly posts, where I snap and rabbit on about my wildlife and webmaster Fred turns them into web language.


On a bushwalk I noticed this odd swathing at the base of a tree.

A bug-savvy friend tells me this is probably the home of one of the ‘bag moth caterpillars’ — family Ochrogaster, also called procession caterpillars. Apparently they feed at night on the tree and ‘hide’ in their web during daylight.


Then I found a smaller swathing. Having harvested the Kangaroo Apple bushes which were about at the end of their season, I’d put the oldest fruit in a dish, prior to planting them.

I’d left it overnight on a table on the verandah.

In the morning, I found they were neatly and thoroughly enmeshed by the web of a tiny, hard-working spider.

What amazed me was how it had formed anchor points on the smooth sides of the stainless steel dish. Some superglue!

I have always envied people who have butcher-bIrds in their environs. I never have, despite them being distributed over most of Australia.

My magpies are handsome and dapper enough to cover the visual advantages of black and white birds, and I do love their songs…

But they cannot compete with the songs of butcher-birds.

And this week I saw one here, just in front of the desk window. Or I thought I did. It took off so fast I fancied I may have been mistaken; just wishful thinking.

Like when I’d fancied I heard a butcher-bird call here a few times; not being so familiar with them I wasn’t sure.

My bird book describes its song as ‘Beautiful flute-like calls, one of the most common recalling Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony’.


But then I spotted it over on the little shed roof, a tiny spot of black and white. The camera zoom confirmed it was a Pied Butcher-bird.

If you’re wondering why they are called that, my book says it’s because they wedge their prey in a suitable branch fork to make feeding easier.


And if you’re also wondering why my back yard looks like a quarry, I am aiming to turn my boggy flat into a pond. Now I wait for rain to see if it holds water.

Maybe then I’ll have water birds visit…

My friend Christa lives by a river and keeps her camera handy for whatever wildlife may visit.

Her rotary clothesline gets used as a perch by various odd birds. Sometimes she spots and snaps them and shares them with me.

This little sequence is so good that with Christa’s permission I am sharing her photos with you.

She was alerted to this event because a Sacred Kingfisher flew smack into her large picture window facing the river.

Rather dazed, it flew to the higher position of her clothesline.


This must have been considered trespassing on their safe territory, threatening their young, as three Willy Wagtails soon arrived. Only one stayed to warn off the trespasser, who perhaps looked less scary in its dazed state. Not that Willy Wagtails ever seem to be scared of any bird, no matter how big.


If you’ve ever heard a Wagtail carrying on in this mode, its incessant chittering would wake up anyone from a daze!


And it did.


‘How dare you threaten ME! I’m a Sacred Kingfisher. I am sacred, I am beautiful, and I have a very BIG beak!’

One of the reasons I just have to live near mountains is that they never look the same.



Sunlit or moonglowed, gaily golden, broodingly black or morning misted, their interaction with the sky and the light makes for a perpetually changing visual feast.


As at my old Mountain home, I can never decide which I prefer. But then, I don’t have to choose, because I can have them all!

As I am still trying to sort out drainage here, my vegetable patch is still open to all visitors of the munchy type.

I have just tossed in seeds of whatever I had, wherever.

The cucurbits are doing well and are not tempting for munchers. But there is corn…

This beautiful young Eastern Red-necked Wallaby appeared to be eating naught but grass, so I had no complaints and no need to do other than admire.

Look at those neat little black paws!

This young one bolted as a female arrived — Mum? — closely followed by a largish male, levering himself up close with what seemed like clear intent.


She wasn’t having any, however, and took off up the steep bank.


How relieved I was to see that bub was up there and that this was a family reunion — love not lust? — and all was well. 

Screen creature

January 29, 2016

This striking silhouette met me the other morning. ‘Let me in!’ or ‘How the hell do I get down?’ The screen door wire is a bit floppy and it can’t have felt comfortable or secure for this creature. I worried that its ultra-long and delicate toes would be stuck in the mesh… Gently sliding the […]

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Taking it easy

January 17, 2016

I do miss my plentiful Crimson Rosellas, but today I saw my first King Parrot visitor for the summer fruit season here. Always stunningly attired, this was one was also most relaxed, with no cats or dogs about. So much so, that for the first time I think I saw a parrot yawn…! But the […]

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Northern wildlife

December 30, 2015

Last week I travelled north to Queensland’s Atherton Tableland for a wedding. It was a laborious trip, sleeplessly overnight by train to Brisbane, and then by plane to Cairns. My friend Inge met me there and drove me back to her house near Lake Tinaroo. It’s actually two pole houses, sensibly built in the middle […]

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Critter bank

December 15, 2015

As my house is on a cut-and-fill into the hillside, there is steep bank behind it, the view from my kitchen window. I am gradually clearing it of weeds and making small terraces, pockets of soil for hardy vegetables like pumpkins to spread over its clay sides. I am mulching it as I go. It […]

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