Our darling Kookaburras have returned! The parent birds have taken up residence in our gum tree - which is a metre away from our back deck. I just love Springtime here in Newcastle, all the blossoms are out and the air is full of Jasmine, Jacaranda and Wisteria. I've also got Sweet peas, Purple Petunias, White Gauras (Butterfly plant) and Lavender in bloom. George and Grace (my weeping Grevilleas) have their red flowers out all over the bushes and there is a Yellow climbing rose on the front of our home which is called Golden Showers and it smells divine. Love to you all, Chris
1. Kookaburra feeding his mate a worm.
2. Kookaburras in back reserve tree.
3. Female Kookaburra sitting on our back deck.
Here is the poem -
Bat
By D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence
At evening, sitting on this terrace,
When the sun from the west, beyond Pisa, beyond the mountains of Carrara departs, and the world is taken by surprise ...
When the tired flower of Florence is in gloom beneath the glowing brown hills surrounding ...
When under the arches of the Ponte Vecchio
A green light enters against stream, flush from the west,
Against the current of obscure Arno ...
Look up, and you see things flying
Between the day and the night;
Swallows with spools of dark thread sewing the shadows together.
A circle swoop, and a quick parabola under the bridge arches where light pushes through;
A sudden turning upon itself of a thing in the air.
A dip to the water.
And you think:
"The swallows are flying so late!"
Swallows?
Dark air-life looping
Yet missing the pure loop ...
A twitch, a twitter, an elastic shudder in flight
And serrated wings against the sky,
Like a glove, a black glove thrown up at the light,
And falling back.
Never swallows!
Bats!
The swallows are gone.
At a wavering instant the swallows gave way to bats
By the Ponte Vecchio ...
Changing guard.
Bats, and an uneasy creeping in one's scalp
As the bats swoop overhead!
Flying madly.
Pipistrello!
Black piper on an infinitesimal pipe.
Little lumps that fly in air and have voices indefinite, wildly vindictive;
Wings like bits of umbrella.
Bats!
Creatures that hang themselves up like an old rag, to sleep; And disgustingly upside down.
Hanging upside down like rows of disgusting old rags
And grinning in their sleep. Bats!
In China the bat is symbol for happiness.
Not for me!
Thanks for the nice picture hugs
It is so nice to have wild birds visit in a natural way.