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Bird Society

At Yorky's I took a snapshot of these little birdies and was struck by the stories they told me.

I zoomed in on each to get an insight into their life in relation to their society.

[current mood] Coffee with BYO Soy Milk & Roller Boogie 80s


3 day Exmouth Journey

A theme is beginning to form in my relationship with Exmouth.
Not sure if it is all about ME or if I have simply caught the spirit of Exmouth itself. Depends who you ask...

So what is happening is, in my open-eyed wonder, I am drawn to learning and the consequential synchronistic unravelling of journeys.
To set off with one or no plan and be entirely open to anything means things are sprouting into some unexpected tropical varieties. Colourful blossoms and strange tasting fruit!

It's delicious and decidedly curious...

Here goes a most recent plan as determined by universe:

No plan

Driving HungryGo to farm to buy melon
Most delicious freshest melon I've tasted
Meet the farmer, Len (On the run) and his partner Bev (Loves Chocolate Crackles). Len shares scores of knowledge on caravaning and travelling / working.
Then Len talks about indian spirit guides with timely advice. Turns out he is a Reiki master and other such unsuspecting things. I think I have a crush on the old guy. He asks me if I know what colour my aura is. I settle on pastel rainbows.
And then delivers me lessons I never learnt about the birds and the bees!
(Of the actual pollination of vegetable variety.)
Next day I come back to farm to learn what I've been wanting to learn about growing things.
Pick, trim, do chalk signs and eat with crew and learn many tales of the farm folk.
One guy who is living out back is Al - who among being into purple, videography and his feminine side - has learnt to make dreamcatchers
Come back following day
We visit bird man - Yorky.
Get given feathers (and a few inappropriate feels) but decided it could be exotic bird feather payment so I didn't kick the old man's walking stick from under him.
Also received bizarre entertainment with peanuts, bird beak tap dancing and pretend bird strangulation and of course old Yorky turns of phrases.
Then I return to farm with Al to yabber about the masculine and feminine - and watch Al build my dreamcatcher using eagle feathers I had collected from road kill days earlier.
Topped with a few pink gallah pretty ones at the top.
I listen good.
... and it all came together.

Here is the same story, in pictures.



I am with child

It can happen so quick.

One morning you wake up on a cloudy day by the beach. After combing the shores for the twentieth time... restlessness sets in. So you hop in the van to visit your sexy mate Tony at the visitor's centre. All amused with plaits in your hair and a carton load of Coffee Chill you ask baffling questions of Tony like "What does it mean that a turtle is my totem?" and you attempt to help the tourists by offering them your recently vacated camping site for free! Then mid sentence, Tony gives you your first child.

It was something I'd always hoped would happen in Exmouth. But I thought it would be planned - after some research and investigation. Instead, I was just given this baby, unexpectedly, to nurse.

His mother was killed only hours earlier.

So with a day full with nothing, I excitedly took on the task of delivering baby to CARE group volunteer Sue whose home has become a haven for joey's who have lost their mothers.

I mean, really, her home is a haven for joeys. Less so a haven for her slightly disgruntled husband. As you can imagine, it's like minimum 7 babies, all year round... feeding, pooing, jumping babies!

These babes need lots of time and CARE relies on volunteers and donations. So I'd like to work out a way to encourage travellers to help out (properly) for one day when they visit Exmouth. Seeing as slowing down on the roads isn't working! The edges are splattered with roo bodies. And many have babies in their pouches...

This little fella is really crook. He has pneumonia. May not make it.
I tried my best to send him healing energy built up from days of meditating in the bush...

This duck was also handed over to Sue. Well, he's actually a HUGE bird whose breed name escapes me. But he can't walk due to some damage he sustained from a recent storm in Exmouth.

So I offered to help with the countless care duties.

I swept up pellets of poop, which were placed on the vege patch like slow release fertiliser.

I sewed kangeroo pouches out of second hand tshirts.

I hung washed ones out to dry.

And got some lessons in feeding and nursing.

Most of all I enjoyed the way the roos have a good old butt scratch when they get out of their pouches.

I like it when days evolve this way, when you step out with no plan but with a happy spirit and silliness! And you get thrown into opportunities quite wonderfully.

[current mood] Lindt Caramel Crunch & Grey Nomads Cackling in the Caravan Park


One morning in Ningaloo - Illustrated

If I had one wish it might be a camera in my eye.

It would go through the filter of my heart and the image would come out as beautiful as the experience. And then I could really share it.

Alas I funnel it through brain, hand and pen! It's the best I can do...

Nestled in a dune I savour my bircher muesli
with fresh strawberries and macadamias from Byron Bay and some love from my friend Nicky - all in one bowl.
and what a context!

I look to my left
I observe the fishermen with their less skilled wives.
They attempt to teach those wives how to cast.

After a while a man catches a fish.
He doesn't know what it is and exclaims this loudly as he leaves it hanging
I whisper, please return him to water
And I cry for this fish
I don't know why

Then I see a splash straight ahead!
I know what it is. It's a turtle.
I walk the shores and follow its path of head bobs.

Then I decide to slip out of my clothes and slide into the water.
Unexpectedly, the turtle (barry lets call him) comes over.

Barry fixes his big black eye on me and takes several looks between several dunks.
I grin as wide as I go.

Then we both part.
Thank you Barry for that moment.

With my belly full I lie back into the sea.

As usual, I admire my toes that poke above the blue so vividly.

Back on shore, I look to my right.
There in the distance is a black dot.

I feel the need to find out what it is, so I walk walk walk in its direction.
Hoping for something special.

Upon arrival I see that it is a lump of coral.

I push my disappointment aside and look at its detail to find its beauty
Ahh little shells attached to its edges and many curvy holes of curiosity.
So I sit with her.
This quiet old soul
What might she tell me.

Ideas come to me in our space
and I thank the coral and depart back to the dune.

There I see my bowl but no spoon.

and there appears to be some rather unquestionable evidence.
I look high and low but can not see my spoon where I imagine it.

I come back in the afternoon to eat some fruit of six varieties,
savouring each individually.

I watch the sun turn the sea into a pathway of gold

always straight no matter where you sit.
It hits the shore right in front of me
and to the footsteps of where I have been
that will be washed away by morning.

I know why I came here.

Do you?

[current mood] Mushrooms on Pita & Lapping waves


The beginnings and the ends

Collecting Lemons

Making Lemonade for the lawnmower man and me

Isa Browns, my friendly new pets

Poached eggs for breakfast

And sometimes pancakes

[current mood] Sunrise Birds tweeting & Coffee, gimme more Coffee