When you are born you should be presented with a 70-year-diary, every day already filled in, a bright red ribbon tied around the cover. Then, as you work your way through life, you could constantly check where you were up to and what lay ahead. Or perhaps it would be best to leave it closed, the ribbon left done up.
Tag: gardens
Evolution
A crowd, a host, of white and yellow and orange daffodils.
Rose again
When I saw petals scattered all over the garden path I thought “there must be a peony!”
Out of the blue
Chickens
keep their eyes
on the ground
as they work the soil
scratch scratch scratch
peck peck peck.
Eagles
keep their eyes
on the ground
watching the chickens
as they work the soil
oblivious to death from the sky.
As are we.
Eye of the beholder
Rubber snakes are life-like enough to fool me and make me jump, but not good enough to fool the parrots who are eating my garden.
Not to mention raptors
Currawongs, Crows and
Butcher Birds: hard going for
small birds around here.
Yes, I’m good too, thank you
Hullo madam sheep,
watching me through vertical
pupils. How are you?
Not funny
Why do all stories
about hurt animals have
such joking headlines?
Contrast
Seeing kangaroos
in morning Sun good; hearing
hunters at night bad
Nectar for breakfast
A Spinebill feeding,
outside my window, is just
so hummingbird-like
