A few warm days, a fat black snake with a lunchtime bulge basking in the sun, and then five degree mornings again.
I know to keep an eye out now, but I have been watching the wallabies and roos accept the snake’s presence, and even close progress, and show no sign of anxiety.
I must learn to be still.
I saw the snake again today — and managed to keep on hanging out the washing.
Almost daily an echidna potters though the yard, weaving its waddling way between the groups of macropods that laze and graze — usually around 20, not counting joeys in pouches.
I enjoy their easy acceptance of each other, as I do when the wallabies let me pass very close and don’t move. No echidna is at ease with me yet.
Yesterday I saw the first satin bower bird pecking around the bay tree, darting in and out from its low growing shelter. She could have been a ceramic figurine, with her subtle colouring and well-defined bumps of breast feathers.
There will be many more, ready for what fruit the parrots leave. While the trees bear only blossom my feelings are simple: admiration.
Sure is, Peter, and biodiversity is pretty healthy here, unlike many places; we are still at risk of losing so many species!
What an amazing country
Hi Denis,
Baby steps towards not panicking yet, and it’s only taken me 30 years. Bu the echidnas aren’t tame; they just treat the place as their own, which it is.
Hi Sharyn
Lovely snake shots, and I admire your resolve to not PANIC.
Learning from the Wallabies is a nice touch.
Great to have a tame Echidna waddle through the daffodils.
Denis