Webs

Never a day goes by when I walk in the garden that I fail to be ensnared in some way.

As yuccky and amusing as it is it the crazy arm flailing that ensues I still feel a bit sad when I consider some tiny spider started up in that one tree created a line of web walked down to the ground and up the other tree, to secure it and weaved some magic, that I have just destroyed.

I wonder if I'll ever get used to walking through webs?

 

Wisteria

Wisteria with crawling Ants in its petals.

Butterfly.

Fruit

Miniature Persimmon in Evening light

Satsuma Plums almost Ready

Sadly all we saw of the Apricots. Will have to net this one next year.

Wicked Banksia men

Inspiration for the famous tales of May Gibbs . 

Wicked Banksia Men

Little Gumnuts

Red Wattle Bird

Typically quick, nervous and flighty when they spot me I felt lucky to also get these shots of a foraging bird on Saturday. Perhaps I should head down the driveway more often : )

The name refers to the fleshy red wattle on the side of the neck. In this particular bird they are very small but grow bigger and get 'dangle-y' 

 

The curled leaf you see hanging in a web above his beak in the next shot must have contained a spider; as in the blink of an eye he stuck his long beak in there and when the leaf fell he was swinging down the tree to catch it quick as a flash! 

Red Wattle birds are the second most common visitors to our bird bath for a drink.

Busy Bee's

Cooling Off

Under the Maple in the Mid Day Sun, the Rosella's prefer the bird bath half empty and will stand in it to drink if its very hot, like these days of high 30's we are having. The magpie larks or pee wee's as we call them are also making very frequent good use of it

Nectarine

So very juicy and Delicious!

Putting any store bought comparison to instant shame. Quickly transporting me back to my Childhood and reminding me what stone fruit should taste like. I had forgotten just how good these could be.

It was the only one , no one else wanted any , I savoured every last bite.

Willie Wagtails

 As I pottered around watering on Saturday I noticed a Wagtail family cavorting and feeding a young-un on our lawn and in surrounding garden. Two of them quite quickly departed and I am assuming this distinguished looking fellow is the Dad. Up high Sunning himself with eyes shut enjoying it.

When they weren't on me of course . He eventually let me get quite close . . .

. . . and when I did he sang me a beautiful song.

Seeing him show off at close range in an unfamiliar way was perfect delight for me so I then departed and let him be.