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Our "not so social" visitor (c)musicgal2012

Our “not so social” visitor
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We are fortunate to have some unusual visitors at times. This Blue Tongue Lizard was spotted as he crossed through our side yard this morning. He was very aware of human presence and did his best to look casual, as only a lizard can, whilst striving to set a blistering pace on those itty bitty legs. Very cute!!

 

©musicgal2012 10/11/13

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Lorikeets


One of the many Lorikeets that have claimed our garden. Moments earlier it was playing and enjoying an evening shower in the lawn sprinkler along with its colourful mates and the Magpies and Happy Jacks
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As a shower of flowers litter the gum trees.
A glorious crown settles upon their regal heads.
Set with jewel-like dusty snowflakes
Encrusted with gold and silver threads
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Pansy Power


Pansy Power !
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Some of the Cockoteels that call our garden home.
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A female Owl that lives in our garden.
She and her mate raised two young ones last season in a gum tree about 10m from our house. They are so quiet that they don’t give a “hoot” how close we get to them. As with all the birds in our garden they are a part of our family.
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I think there may be Fairies in my garden…..
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“Anty” Pheromone


When “Anty Pheromone” comes to call,
We just can’t sit still
Her perfume entreat us,
To follow in her drill,

We play marching soldiers,
In organised parade,
Straight through kitchen cupboards,
Window sills and shades,

In winding complex tunnels,
We descend along the halls,
Our sticky feet unite us,
As we climb upon the walls,

Straight into the bathroom,
We spiral down the drain,
Leaving phero perfume,
To track the way we came,

Trudging in the down pipe,
Stamping mucky feet,
Tapping with our feelers,
To find the place we seek,

Then we’re in the garden,
And do the strangest thing,
We form a line with food scraps
And run around the bin,

Our insect eyes rotating,
Seek borders from afar,
Antennae ever sweeping,
Locate signals with radar,

With Queenly wings a flutter,
Heavy packs upon our backs,
We’re off to build new colonies,
Never crossing over tracks,

Upon a hill we settle in,
And dig with rapid pace,
Our tri-paired legs retreating,
Beneath the earthen waste,

We build a mighty city,
Just to suit a Queen,
Interweaving chambers,
Such has not been seen,

Playtime has to end,
Our Anty has to go,
Saluting our platoon,
We’re glad because we know,

Although the Sun has waned,
And we must march to bed,
We’ll continue our parade,
When, Anty Pheromone calls again.

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