Splendid isolation at the local duck pond in Blackheath – no tourists to feed the residents so I’m sure their diet has improved.
Let’s hope that one day soon we will be free and the kids will be back on the swings. Such a simple joy. I miss the sound of their voices.
The bowerbird at the top of the park is collecting less plastic litter and more feathers; yellow from the sulphur crested cockatoos and blue from crimson rosellas. I can only assume it’s due to the reduction in people out and about dropping rubbish.
Blackheath village is still quiet.
Precautions are in place to keep us safe when we need essential supplies. Martin and his staff are doing all they can.
I love the way people adapt. Nick the mobile barber has had to move from his usual spot in the Ivenhoe pub;
Back home, life goes on pretty much as normal. The only youngster in our lives is Spirit, a native Australian Wonga chick. It has a ground nursery, where it sits in the sunshine, and is fed ‘pigeon milk’ by its parents a couple of times a day. Isolation for Spirit is because its sibling was lost to a fox or a cat. But this sweet chick is thriving and giving us lots of joy at a difficult time.
When I walk in the conservation park now although there are still people around it us quieter. Tge kangaroos are getting bolder and I have seen some large eastern greys at the side of the path. The rabbits seem to be more out in the open too and instead of just the usual ducks, coots and swamp hens at the ponds there is a larger variety of birds. I saw a great cormirant there yesterday and a few days ago there wad a flock of straw necked ibis and an egret. I even spotted a bird of prey soaring above, maybe a whistling kite; its the first time I’ve spotted one in town. I am so lucky to live right next door to the conservation park and to have such a beautiful place to exercise in. .
We are both so fortunate Gayle. I feel sad for people living in city apartments, especially with children.