I've been cranking out projects recently. New nails, old nails. Each has been more than capable of doing the job. All manner of irritating descriptions on my To Do List have been getting a working over. I've nearly finished the rabbit hutch with a worm farm underneath to catch droppings and food scraps. I moved … Continue reading More Tales from the Rusty Nail
The morning started with bird calls. The magpies were the first birds I heard. It was around 4am. This time of the year, in this part of the world, we get some lovely morning light. One of my first tasks was to water the garden. Kind of a gentle way to ease into the day … Continue reading Pests, Predators and Observations
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 … Continue reading Birds
As morning emerges, magpies carol. Softly. Carried over stillness. In the earth worms move restlessly. Slowing. The winter approaches. These things unseen, sensed from within, accepted. With gratitude. With reverence.
It's 1:30 am and Gran is talking in her sleep. "Don't do that Jenny!" she hisses sternly. Soon enough she shifts pitch and her voice is sounding anxious and moving from muffled mumbling to clear and raised and alarmed. I've already got up once to turn the light on and try and wake her up. … Continue reading A New Bird: Spotted Pardalote