The native Wonga pigeons here at The Gums in Blackheath have already produced two chicks over winter. The third nesting failed due to that three day rain event in July, but they are discussing whether to try again. Unbelievable! Amid all the Covid-19 angst we humans are facing, the rest of nature is dealing with a large dose of climate confusion.
Mind you, the weather is so changeable that their confusion can be forgiven. On many days sunbathing is the go for both bird and beast.
This old bird hasn’t gone quite that far, but even rolled up sleeves are unusual when the daphne is flowering.
Like the Wongas, our resident Tawny Frogmouth is also in nesting mode. But oh good grief, he forgot to place that maple twig before the sun rose. Will he made a daylight dash or sit tight until dusk?
Down at the duck pond the residents are just hoping there will be a spring clean and a plugging of suspected leaks. It’s a sad state of affairs. Meanwhile, they are coping as best they can.
The wood ducks are looking worried. Is that water safe, do you think? And how will our dear ducklings manage this season?
On a more positive note, the first of the giant rhodos are coming out in Memorial Park, not bad for mid winter.
Just up the hill the resident bowerbird is ready for Open House, bless his heart. He had to rebuild recently after a rival wrecked his palace of (prospective) pleasure.
Spotted some cheerful council workers below Park Avenue gates sprucing up picnic tables. Good work my friends.
In Wentworth Street the cherry trees are in blossom and looking so pretty. But wait….is that Christmas decorations I spy? And does this mean Blackheath is ahead of everyone else in The Mountains or behind? It is a question that even after living here for twenty years I have never been able to answer. Aah yes, confusion reigns supreme.