I always seem to rush to get to Narrogin in the southern Wheatbelt but each visit something gets in the way and I’m delayed. The aim is always to get there mid afternoon so I have several hours exploring the region especially during spring. My plans have never worked out that way.
This trip I got there just before sunset, too late except for a quick drive through Foxes Lair and do recon for the next day. I woke early and was in the reserve by 6 am. I know the kangaroos are out and about this hour so I drive in very slowly.I wasn’t disappointed. This mother had a very young joey. They blended into the landscape so beautifully. I followed the mother’s gaze and found to the right of me was a huge kangaroo, male I think. I was captivated by his eyes!Then he loped across the road in front of my car, as if in slow motion and I realised he was old. The trio disappeared in seconds into the bush.I got out of my car to a chorus of kookaburra laughter. They continued chortling as I walked beneath them.It was not light enough to photograph the flowers, so I spent my time looking upwards. (Mental note, do more of this).This young parrot just stared right back at me! Port Lincoln parrot, I think.The redcap parrot chewed away happily, littering gum nuts.As I was leaving, the robin redbreast made a bold statement.
Leaving the devastation in my garden, I enjoyed these moments of mindfulness.
I left Perth feeling lack lustre and have returned home, renewed.
Until next time
a dawn bird
via Daily Prompt: Laughter
It was 7 degrees Celsius in Narrogin, over 200 km south east of home. I made a cup of coffee in the dark, pulled the curtains wide open and propped myself up in bed. Sunrise was expected at 6:52 am. It was worth the wait.
I wasn’t alone. There was laughter high in the gum trees in nearby Foxes Lair. The kookaburras were awake too. I sat in bed and tried to identify the various birdsong. The noisy Black Carnaby cockatoos, ringneck parrots, New Holland honeyeaters. I’m getting good at this! Or maybe the darkness heightened my listening skills.
The view from my hotel bed is always spectacular. As soon as it was light enough I scrambled out of bed, bed hair tucked under beanie and headed to the Lair.
The fog hung low as I walked alone, taking in every sensory experience. The crunch of my footsteps, gum nuts showering around me (courtesy of the parrots), the birdsong, the honking of the Australian shelducks that chased each other above the trees, the smell of gum trees. There were boughs of delicate golden wattle, breaking up the grey green of winter that’s only weeks away.Lichen painted limbs strewn carelessly.While other limbs were decorated with frills.The occasional splash of colour at my feet.Then the parrot caught my eye. It was probably watching me long before I saw it! It was silent and blended in beautifully with foliage.Soon followed by a shower of red robins that descended on the trees and shrubs around me. Curious about my presence, they were gorgeous!As I was leaving I met a local who knows the reserve well. He told me he found a bunny orchid the day before, so I followed him like a child.The bunny orchids on the stem were tiny. Each flower the size of a child’s pinky nail. Exquisite! My delight was so obvious, he left me alone with them!
Bush walking has taught me a valuable lesson: Expect to find something beautiful. It has become my mantra every day.
I know by living this kind of thinking, be it bush or city, my expectations are never set too high.
Until next time
a dawn bird