b is for birds – #atozchallenge


The doors are open, and you know there is safety on this deck while I’m here. In bone warming sun I’ll just look out to sea, breathing in your whispers as you all fly by.

Ra says I gift your blue to the ocean…you don’t need it. Splash your orange and red, and soar higher. Light up the sky for me, little rainbow ones.

Cockatoos choose when to share their hidden magic yellow. Take us under your wonderful wings.

Sing the tune the world expects to hear…and then fly this way. I will always keep your secrets (just ask Ra).



the only constant is change


how can such a tiny bird just fill the whole sky with joy. my heart bursts with smiles to share space with you. surrounded by happy air listening to you sing.


what a difference a day makes. ‘this too shall pass’



this happened today


My laptop is resting on tiny fragments of pine cone

The last full day


Sulphur crested cockatoo

And a magpie – settles on a low branch to watch me, ducking its head sideways to make eye contact under the praise the lord leaves

(majestic pine, arms uplifted in evangelical prayer) 


I know you’re there mags 


I don’t want to go home


Sweet sweet voice from the top branches – I don’t know who you are

Or what is moving in the long bamboo…

I know the sound of the waves, and I don’t want to leave it


Crow call and traffic noise – sudden links to my home life


What makes me happy? Birds, water, the bush, photography and writing

Have to find my own happy place and make it the everyday…don’t drift

There’s magic in the wind here…only thing missing is a partner but could I find one who knows not to talk much? Could I even find one! 😉


The tree – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Araucaria_heterophylla

the bird  – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australian_Magpie







beach birds


kookaburra welcome 

brush turkey day one



wild rabbit day two


king parrot 

brush turkey day three



lorikeets late to the party day four, ate from my hand


possums running races on the roof every night


wedding down at whalie night three

so much rain, the cold is coming and the first fire night four

one more day, one more night




It’s absolutely perfect. I’m lying on the deck – on the sunbed, eyes closed. The calendar says spring but this sunshine is strong summer.

I’ve pulled my tshirt up to expose bits of flesh that haven’t seen the sun, haven’t felt fresh air! in months…thinking of taking my jeans off.

I am quite secluded, hermitted away here.

You think you hear nothing but there is no silence.

In this ‘silence’ I hear the wind. Or rather, the many plants brushing against themselves, and each other, as the wind visits.

I hear the sea. I wish there was a word, not overused, to describe that sound; and how happy it makes me feel. I imagine myself tossed about by those waves – the salt healing my skin along with this sun.

And the longer I lie here the more varieties of bird call I hear. Talking to their own family? Or do they all understand each other’s language…

There is such calm, and profound joy just being in this place.

Within a short time the wind has taken the sun’s power. And then the clouds roll over it, white and fluffy, diluting the warmth further… The sounds have changed as well. I hear a seaplane, and a siren. Real life and daytrippers are out there.




This morning, a very small bird swooped me 🙂 A baby kingfisher I think. Testing it’s tiny muscle. Ha ha yes, you can share my breakfast, no need for the display little one.

If I hold my hand out flat, like offering apple to a horse…would a bird eat out of it without pecking right through my palm? Stay tuned – I may try that tomorrow.

breakfast for two


a holiday tale


The sounds of this place are intensely different to the city. And just wonderful. Smiley sounds. With the back doors open you can hear the waves. Who wouldn’t want to live where that’s a constant in your life… and the birds. All day either in this garden or out of sight but near, some bird is calling to another. At times a whole choir is in full and joyful voice. At night possums on the roof. Sounds like fully grown humans having a party up there – makes me smile, sometimes even laugh out loud.



the first visitor


I’ve only been away from the office, from home, for a couple of days but I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to open my work email account ever again.

The peace in this house, on your own, is magical.

What are the scents that distinguish it from my own surroundings? I can tell you what it doesn’t smell of! Cat pee and traffic. Each house has its own smell though doesn’t it. Each family maybe. This house probably mimics my sister’s house. She is here most often and so it’s probably her place til I’ve been here a few days and don’t notice. This time of year burning timber, ash…and for now my yak blanket. Late at night, when I went out to get my laptop charger, I inhaled red wine – since I don’t drink that’s the smell of last weekend’s alcohol lingering.

Sights? Clean lines, mostly white with a little blue. A nautical theme to the furnishings I guess. Someone went a bit overboard – pardon the pun! It’s a little sterile and cold, minimalist. The contrast from the colourful mess of my inner city life is huge. It’s not me but for an escape I like it. If I lived here, if I owned it, I’d mess it up in no time. And beyond the decoration – the great blue sea and sky. Changing colour all day long, always hypnotic. To the side of the house the lights of two neighbours. The positioning of his curtains as he changes his default location during the day. I used to think the old man next door had tourettes. At random times of the day you can hear him yelling obscenities on his deck. He doesn’t like brush turkeys in his yard, that’s all.


horizonNew Zealand is out there somewhere


Leave the house for a while to smell and see the great Australian bush – a colonial painting. Let my camera be my brush.


eucalyptsmajestic eucalyptus


The feel is comfort. No expense was spared in the blue and white world. The couch was custom made and is sink-into-able. The beds and doonas are a big hug. The feel is relaxed. Shoulders down, breathing slowed, calm…no rush, nothing to do, no worries.

The taste is whatever I want. Grilled mushrooms. Pikelets. Soup with zucchini, shallots and glass noodles. Lots of garlic. Fresh chilli. And twice a day some weird cinnamon and honey drink that supposedly aids in weight loss. We’ll see. I know – eat less walk more aids in weight loss…but we’ll see.

There’s another sound I love here and that’s the sound of no one talking. Silence 🙂

A young man delivered and stacked some timber for the fire today. We talked and for my only conversation in three days it was a strange one. He told me he believes he has cancer. He’s having tests this coming week. Couldn’t have them last week because his son was staying with him and he wants to hide it from him. I said I hope he has some support, are his parents near? ‘I lost my mother three weeks ago’ ‘I’m sorry to hear that, you must be under a lot of stress’ ‘My parents never treated me well, her death hasn’t caused me any extra stress’. I really hadn’t expected anything beyond hi, how are you, thanks for delivering the wood.