Whilst I have been working out in the garden I have had visitors.
Though I have been reminded that we are ‘Social Distancing’, ‘in self-quarantine or self-isolation’ or my pet dislike, ‘Lock-down’ – the visitors still come.
The Wattlebird swoops in close, gleaning from the house gutters a spider or two and taking a drink of water which is clearly still laying in areas after the rains a week or so ago.
I have been making the most of the weather and gradually working on the rock wall, which today I rendered to a more presentable finish. Filling a gloved palm full of render mix and gliding it across the wall in smooth patches that contrasted with the previous layers of concrete.
The sun was hot, but the Grey Fantail was flitting about in cheeky gestures. Moving from tree to tree, shovel handle to trellis. The render was drying nicely.
In the late afternoon the magpies take a visit. As does a turtle dove which are very much less cautious than I ever have experienced these doves being.
About this time yesterday as I watered the garden at dusk, I had a nice surprise. The view through to the ocean was now showing the ocean to be a darker colour than its deep blue a half hour earlier. My eye was caught by a blur of bright colour and spots when the male Spotted Pardalote came to the garden. Only feet away from me, it moved about eyeing off the stream of water that sadly just ran across the surface of the sand. Oh, for some decent soil. But the pardalote didn’t appear upset and I soon realised why.
Some silver-eyes also called into the garden to get an easy feed of caterpillars and bugs, and to take some water from the bird bath. As did the pardalote. Then I realised that all through summer as I splashed water in to the bird bath, it wasn’t to no avail. Though each afternoon it was usually bone dry again, when I watered the garden I would splash more water into it. I guess that as I ventured inside to have my meal and attend to house hold duties, outside the birds were paying their visits. Flying in, quickly drinking, and then moving off to their respective roosting places in the long shadows.
In the garden bed, a family of mice scurry about on a sand pile, flicking up sand and chasing each other in what appears to be playful fun. They are looking for the crumbs of the bread buried the other week which despite my reburying, eventually gets dug back up by a hungry bandicoot/quenda, and gets filled in the next day. It tells me that bandicoot is around and has paid his visit.
Much to my delight, the Red-eared Firetails have also been calling in and singing their lovely monotone whistle or high pitched notes. Blue wrens have also been around but have remained a bit more elusive.
I carrying more buckets of sand further up the block to dump them into the makings of a swale. A hard bit of work made easier by the close visits.