I have to admit I have a weird and wonderful set of eyes. They often look at the world in a way that is clearly different from how others around me see it. Assisted sometimes by my crazy imagination, I am never always sure whether to trust what they are trying to show me. Sometimes I get led down the garden path, or as in today's episode - the gravel driveway!
It was early morning, and I had wondered out onto the deck to feed my morning birds, when I noticed a very unusual sight on the driveway leading up to our home. There were our usual assortment of kangaroos, (we would probably have about 20 by now - very good to see them back here again, as they freely graze.) But standing amongst them on the driveway was a very tall, somewhat hairy or bushy creature, which I could not decipher. I got our binoculars to try to get a closer look, but it kept moving. It looked brownish in colour, and about as tall as a mature emu. However, it was covered for most of its body in what appeared to be hair, or some growth. It looked like it had fallen into brown, hairy strubbery, and came up covered in in. Very hard to describe. From what I could see of its legs, they appeared to be somewhat hidden under the mysterious hairy growth on its body, and its feet were hard to distinquish.
I decided to grab and camera, and using its telephoto lens try to capture some photos of it.
I raced down to our bedroom, where Chris was still asleep. As I was reaching for my camera bag, I accidentally woke him, and in my excitement told him what I had found. He jumped out of bed and followed me as I raced up to the middle hallway, and then downstairs and through our family room, and out the front door.
I decided to try to get as close to the top of the driveway as I could in order to try to record more clearly the image of this creature that I had seen from our front deck. As I got to the top of the driveway a lot of the kangaroos were beginning to hop away, and rummage further into the front paddock for food. But my 'creature' had disappeared! I looked and looked and couldn't believe it! It had appeared from the deck to be such a large creature, but now could not be seen anywhere!
I'm pretty sure that Chris thought I had lost my mind. I tried to explain, but then just told him to go back to bed. On his way, he mentioned something about: "I think from now on I'll call you Charles - for Charles Darwin! New creature!"
I don't think he believes I saw it. I think he's thinking my eyes have done it to me again. But I know what I saw, and I have my camera ready.
Besides, I love what my eyes see. Sometimes I wish I could loan them out so that others could see what my world looks like!!
Oh, well. Tommorrow's another day!
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Yesterday, here in Australia, was Father's Day. I think that for some reason this celebration falls on different days around the world. Needless to say, I celebrated with Chris the fact that he was a Father and tried to spoil him as much as he wanted.
Then I started thinking about my Dad, and how even though this celebration is honoured earlier in the year in the States, he was still being honoured in my thoughts. I thought a fitting tribute to him might be a story about one of our fishing adventures together.
It was the 4th of July, and I was about 9 years old. (maybe even younger), and Dad had gotten me out of bed before the sun was even up! As I sat in the kitchen and ate my bowl of Cheerios, and shivered in the early morning anticipation of a fun experience, Dad was busy getting last minute things ready for our excursion!
I quickly ran back upstairs, and grabbed 'my fishing clothes' and met Dad out by his station wagon, (his fishing car) and climbed in the front seat as he loaded the last of the tackle boxes and the fishing poles. We were going to fish in a small outlet of the Mississippi, near a neighbouring area north of town. The sun was starting to smile at us, and I knew that today would be a good one! We could be having sunfish or maybe Misssissippi catfish for dinner before the July 4 fireworks that night!
We had gathered worms for bait the night before. (Dad had made a special worm catching electronic device which made the worms jump up out of the moist lawn, and I always had fun gathering the squirming, slimy worms and shoving them in the can of moist soil that we had waiting.)
We arrived at the fishing spot, and the sun was just peaking through and beginning to smile at us. Early morning was always the best time to catch the Mississippi fish, because they were interested in anything we gave them, as a breakfast treat. (Or at least that was what I always thought!)
Dad had caught a few Sunfish, and I had caught a few small ones - none of them keepers. Then suddenly something was snagged on my line, and I struggled with it for a while. Eventually I brought it in, only to discover that it was river turtle! Dad netted it, and we brought it onshore. I decided to keep it. It was about 6-8 inches across on its shell, and looked like it would be fun to investigate!
We loaded the fish into a cooled container, and wrapped the turtle in a river soaked towel, and gently laid it on the floor at the back of the wagon. I was excited. I think Dad was too! It had been a great find, and a great morning!
When we arrived home, we filled an old metal wash stand which stood against the back of the house, with water, a large rock, and some water plants. Then we put the turtle inside, and hoped he would settle. If he made it through the night, I was hoping to make him a pet.
I told one of our neighbours about my catch, Bill, who I have spoken of previoulsy, and he said that "Turtles make pretty good eating, little Miss!" "Not my turtle! He'll make a better pet", I replied.
That night the neighbourhood got together for a 4th July picnic food sharing time, and we all watched the fireworks from a neighbour's backyard. There was laughter, and races, and food and music and lots of sparklers being swung around by all the kids.
As the night was drawing to a close, and we made our way home, I went to check on my Turtle, (who I had decided to name Myrtle), but he/she was gone! Nothing else was disturbed, just an empty water stand - no turtle!
I looked all over the ground, and all around the backyard, just in case Myrtle was an amazing climbing turtle--but couldn't find it anywhere.
I looked suspiciously at Bill for a few weeks after that - checking to see if his face signalled any looks of guilt towards my way. But either he was very good at acting, or Myrtle was indeed a very good escape turtle!