>here comes the rain again

>Although it can, and in summer regularly does, get very very hot up here, it’s generally a dry heat … much drier than in Melbourne … so generally I can cope with slightly hotter temps than I ever could when I lived further south

humidity is not now and never was my friend

so when we had a lot of this yesterday
[ cue Julie Andrews singing “Raindrops on roses and … “]

followed by 33 degrees today [ 91 .4 F]

you can imagine that it all got a bit sticky and unpleasant

and we still have a month to go before we even hit the start of summer


and this last one is Bear letting me know that he would take it as a personal favour if I could arrange his summer cut-down [ haircut ] asap before he melts

and the heavens have just opened again, accompanied by the man upstairs’ light show, so I’d better shut down the computer for the night


>A Thursday Treasure

>One of the many groups of things that I collect are postcards … vintage as well as the ones purchased by friends and rellies on their travels.
No one ever needs to worry about what to bring me back – a postcard or two and I’m a happy vicarious traveller.

This particular habit was started when I was a little person and used to spend many an afternoon with my grandparents, pouring over the cards – which I eventually inherited – that my maternal grandfather had sent home to his parents and sisters during his time in the Australian Army in France and Belgium during WWI, and then from England where he was sent to recuperate after being wounded quite badly [ and subsequently met my English grandmother but that’s another story ]

Unfortunately my collection doesn’t contain one of these:
an embroidered French silk postcard [ Google image ]

maybe one day I’ll find one I can afford

in the meantime
I do have this

an embroidered French silk handkerchief sachet that he sent home to his mama

it’s a little fox spotted thanks to my own dear mum’s appalling habit of keeping everything in plastic *

but inside

oh, inside

is this beautiful, delicate, pristine-as-the-day-it-was-finished, silk hankie

which on the 24th of October next year will be carried by my darling girl on her wedding day

This is something I’ve been planning ever since I found it amongst mum’s effects when she passed in ’94.
Luckily for my long cherished plans and dreams, Nadie does want to carry it as her ‘something old’ or maybe her ‘something borrowed’

* and you’ll probably be happy to know that since ’94 it’s been wrapped in archival tissue

>Local shame exposed

>If one is heading towards Bendigo, the next hamlet over is Harcourt, proud home of the Apple Festival and some of the best apple pies this side of Tassie.
These days the newly extended Freeway bypasses it completely … the road through Harcourt and winding up over the hills through Harcourt North is the road less travelled.
As well as some spectacular scenery, it is also the home of a certain rowdy element who like to hang out on top of a large rock high above the North Harcourt Road.

I don’t think I’ve ever gone past less than 2 or 3 local layabouts up there,
and I have counted up to 13 at a time … in the middle of the day too
Yesterday there were only five carousing in the mid-afternoon sun as Robyn and I drove past –

and before you bother clicking on the above, I’ve cropped it so that you can see the miscreants more clearly:
shocking behaviour really!

>Guinea Fowl Husbandry 101

>Graham, the Chook Guy, had told me that Ethel’d probably start nesting around October / November and he’s a man who knows his chickens
… apparently the demise of her beloved wouldn’t be enough to interfere with the demands of Mother Nature

I’ve noticed Ethel spending an unusual amount of time in the garden in front of my sewing room as opposed to her usual haunts in the carport, with the goats, and atop the cat-run.

Sure enough, a little gentle sleuthing uncovered her secret …

Ms Ethel’s been a busy girlie

a nest sheltered by all the lavender and tucked in under my David Austin ‘Leander’ rose – obviously a bird of taste and refinement.

So far she’s laid ten.
These eggs are infertile because of Fred’s premature demise, so I have [almost] no qualms about eating them and the other three are currently sitting in my fridge.

Apparently, so long as I leave her a few, she’ll keep laying at the rate of one a day for the next month or so

>cat vs bird part 2

>Today was a glorious day with a high in the mid 20s [about 77F ] after an overnight low of … 2 [ a just above freezing 36F ]

None of the avian visitors today were quite as photographically obliging as that little Striated Pardalote yesterday, so here’s a couple more of the photos I took of the sequence of events:

… now this next one is a bit hard to see in its small form but if you’ll indulge me and click to open big, you’ll see that the little guy is in mid hover as he reacts to one of MissC’s lunges:

“Where’d he go ?”

>and a young man’s fancy …

>As we’ve already discussed this week, one of the signs of Spring is the re-emergence of all things brown-and-slithery

a much more pleasant harbinger is the arrival of some of the more transient birds:

This young fella was very taken with his own reflection in my ‘less than pristine’ kitchen window this morning and spent about half an hour trying to persuade the bird in the glass that he would be an entirely desirable and admirable mate.

Even my careful approach with the camera didn’t do anything to cool his ardour – when I was about 6″ away from him I may as well not have been there
and even when MissC discovered him
and went into full stalking mode, he mostly ignored her only taking flight momentarily each time that she rushed the glass

According to my bird books he is a Striated Pardalote [ left of the page ] isn’t he a gorgeous young dandy ?

and if you scroll back up to that second photo you may just be able to see the tiny red spot on his wing

and I think we can take it as read which of this week’s visitors was the more welcome !