priceless diamonds
the clarity of raindrops
in sunlight
There is a partially blind kangaroo who hangs around our garden – the blind eye looks blue and I call her Old Blue Eyes.
I called her that when I thought she was a male, then one day I noticed she had a baby (a joey) in-pouch. That joey is out of the pouch now!
Old Blue Eyes is a bit of an outsider with the local mob and tends to graze by herself, with her joey. I think she feels safe at our place and doesn’t get spooked when I walk past.
I took these photos yesterday. My children had left the ball there from the day before! (no, I didn’t put it there for the benefit of the photos).
It was a full moon two nights ago (huge tide and more beach erosion!) and I heard a noise on the balcony. When I went to have a look I saw we had some nocturnal visitors – a family of Tawny Frogmouths. They aren’t owls (they are related) but sure look a lot like them.
The one on the far right is the baby. His or her feathers looked so soft and new.
They do this swaying thing with their head and body (bit like a snake) when they are agitated.
Then after about 10 minutes they turned their backs on me and flew off.
I thought they might be messengers but the phone hasn’t rung yet!
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