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Thursday, April 29, 2010

Autumn Mornings.


Jess was looking about the sunlight kitchen now, inspecting his family. " All here," he said, "right side up $ forked end down." But then, maybe he was still praying, for what he said next was, "Amen, amen."
Autumn mornings; half a century of them Days on end of crystalline crispness. I never tire of them. As I walk through the mangroves at low tide there are turtles, dugongs & dolphins popping inquisitive heads up to investigate these strange 2 legged land creatures. Not frightened & you can tell by the way they turn their heads & keep pace with Ditz & I that they are as curious about us as we are about them.

The other day I saw an albino something, looping in & out of the water with a curious pearly pink sheen to their white underbelly. So very pretty & I thought, as I always think, how wonderful are the things that God made, far more amazing & precious than anything man has ever come up with. I guess there are the Hawkins of this world who will keep trying but I'm not a Hawkins & glad for it! Besides, unmolested & unthreatened I am always stunned at how willing wild animals are to engage with humans. It brings me so close to the garden of Eden.

My morning meditation is broken just now by the baby butcher bird who perches on the rail beside me & begins to scold & cajole for tit~bits despite the kittens chittering agitatedly at my feet. Short the full quid maybe, or just inexperienced, but he is a brave, brave little bird & he has the prettiest song of them all. We get a prolonged warbling that none of the recordings quite capture. Far prettier than the magpie or currawong calls. Pity that some of his other attributes are more than a little grotty. Suffice to say the name says it all!

So many birds flittering in & out of the trees & the sound of bird song thick as molasses. The kittens are adoring this cooler weather, perched like guardian mascots along the edge of the verandah, eyes slitted, riveted by the dancing shadows, the glinting sparks of light, the drift of leaves against the sky. Mmmm. Smell the air! I am intoxicated by Autumn!

8 comments:

Jeanne said...

The natural beauty around your island home must be a sight to behold. Dugongs - who'd have though it?

One day...

Sandra said...

I've been so busy, I think I have missed some of your musings. But here I am and I am glad. I so enjoy it when you tell the tale of your far away land. I can almost hear the sounds of the sub-tropic world.

Ganeida said...

Jeanne: When we first moved here I mistook a dugong for a whale when i spotted it surfacing. They are the tribal animal of the Noonuccal tribe, to which Kath Walker belonged. She's from our parts & I like her poetry very much though not always her politics.

Sandra: And I thought you were merely being discreet while i rabbited on about religion...

The HoJo's said...

rabbit on??? the very thought!

:) xx

seekingmyLord said...

Autumn is also my favorite time of year, but I am enjoying the spring this year, although bit more rain is probably necessary.

Mrs. C said...

:) Pretty description of life on the island.

Jeanne said...

Totally agree with your comments about Kath. Note to self to read 'Stradbroke Dreaming' with Jemimah sometime soon.

Ganeida said...

Hojos: Ah, I like friends like you! ☺

Seeking: A lot of rain out of season here too. We have had an extended wet & I am so tired of feeling squishy however badly we needed the rain.

MrsC: Ta. ☺

Jeanne: Sent through an e~mail which may interest you.