Breathe in, breathe out

I drove to Narrogin on a holiday weekend in poor weather.  The stress of it all left me exhausted when I got to my destination.  I ordered room service and by 7:30 pm I was snuggled warm in bed with a bowl of hot soup.  The next morning the winds howled and it poured more rain.  It was still dark at 7 am when I rugged up and went outdoors to move my car away from the tall gum trees that swayed precariously above.  I had a full clinic.  I thought the weather would keep folks indoors.  Everyone attended.

I finished worked after 5 pm and it was already dark.  The tension of travel and end of financial year, when bean counters are busy decision-making, I felt spent and needed renewal.  I admit to feeling a bit cheated.  I hadn’t taken any photographs.

With the rain and wind over the previous two days I did not dare risk going into Foxes Lair in case there was debris on the track.  The tracks are narrow and there is no space to turn and exit.  Entry by car is one way so I couldn’t risk being stranded.  My plan for the next day was to wake early, as usual, and try and head back to Perth earlier than my usual plans.

Those plans were scuttled.  The next morning I woke to pea-soup fog.

DSCN7207.jpgI watched sunrise from bed.  The sun appeared, a bleary eye, and then disappeared, like the town beneath it in the distance.  Oh! well!  I better pack and try and head off home cautiously, I thought.  I did just that.

Between my hotel and Foxes Lair, a distance of a few hundred metres, the temptation was too intense.  The fog had lifted and there was visibility.  I thought I’d risk it and headed into the bushland.  I needed the sights, the sounds and the smells of the Australian bush.  My happy place.DSCN7233.jpgI got out of my car to all that I wanted in that moment.DSCN7241I found colour and life.DSCN7216.jpgRefreshed by rain, the greens and greys of the bush were vivid.  I was greedy and gulped the pristine air.DSCN7219.jpgOn prostrate scrub there were splashes of white, pale pink and peach.DSCN7273.jpgAt the cusp of winter, a hint of spring.DSCN7267It’s difficult to see but this track sparkled like a carpet of a million diamonds.  I’ve never seen anything quite like it!DSCN7223.jpgI took it all in.  What falls away, makes it autumn.  Then comes spring.  So in life, too.DSCN7258.jpgDeep in thought I was startled by a rustle behind me.  I turned around and caught this mother kangaroo in mid hop.DSCN7249.jpgShe led her joey to feeding.  I was transfixed.DSCN7168.jpgThe joey was curious about me.DSCN7171.JPGOh! those eyes and beautiful velvet ears!DSCN7229.jpgThe red breasted robin hopped around me, then perched on a branch for a perfect picture.DSCN7231.jpgWhile Mrs red breasted robin watched his vanity.

After a chaotic few days, I was immersed in a world of sights and sounds that renewed me.

I felt like a ‘disney’ princess and experienced a moment of happily ever after.

In that moment I realised there is no smile more genuine or meaningful, than the one you share with your inner self.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

The unexpected mob

via Daily Prompt: Haul

My work in regional areas is always busy.  My appointments run back to back, sometimes with barely 15 minutes for lunch.  So my reasoning is simple.  There is no better reason than this, than to have a bit of fun wherever I am.

The draw card at Narrogin is Foxes Lair.  I go there usually in the mornings.  I love the sounds of the bush as it awakes.  The larger birds – the large Carnaby Black Cockatoos, the Australian ringnecks, the kookaburras, the crows that sounds like they are hurt (aww, awww, awwwww), the pink and grey galahs create a cacophony before the tweets of the smaller birds are heard.  I love them all.

Autumn has arrived in Narrogin sooner than in the city.  There’s fog in the air at night and early morning, with just a hint of chill.  It is also the perfect time to eat breakfast in the reserve with just the birds in the canopy for company.  So I bought myself a coffee and a freshly baked danish and treaded my car through the narrow bush track in semi-darkness and waited for light.

At dawn I realised there were no flowers left in Foxes Lair, so there were no birds, but, the bees were humming up a storm among the prickly dryandra.  Disappointed, I was ready to haul my heavy heart into the car and return home.  My heart skipped a beat.

I know this reserve well now having visited it dozens of times.  I know a novel shape when I see one.  Was that a tree stump?  No!  It can’t be!

DSCN7053.jpgNot far away from my car, was a Western Grey kangaroo and joey.  Aren’t they perfect in the bush!

DSCN7056.jpgThese looked different to the ones in Esperance.

DSCN7059.jpgThe eyes, large and luminous.

DSCN7061.jpgWas that curiosity or a ‘don’t mess with me’ look?  This one was huge, the stance looked threatening.

DSCN7063.jpgWith another joey, much paler than the other one, they were eight in the mob.  They stared at me in silence.  Oh!  I wished my heart didn’t beat so loud!

For me, there’s nothing more beautiful than seeing kangaroos in the bush where they belong.  Their behaviour is different to the ones who are familiar with humans.  The wild kangaroos are shy and elusive.  I know they are here in the reserve but rarely see them, so this was a special treat.

I drove out of the Lair, and headed home.  My smile stretched from ear to ear.

The circumstances in my life have been a gift.  I received it, not knowing what was within it when I did.  Looking at these pictures, perhaps what was within, was being child like, and the ability to delight in the world around me.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird