I scattered the berries of native cheery in my garden at the start of winter in the hope they would grow, not realising at the time that I was making a fashion statement of sorts. Gardens come in many shapes and sizes – or should I say styles – and I have never set out to make radical change to the ones I have inherited over the years when I have changed homes. I’ve been content to leave things as they are. All the same I have made a study of the history of gardening, and … [Read more...] about A natural attraction
A flight through psychedelic skies
Pigeons frighten me. They are the stuff of nightmares. They don’t come in the dead of night, pecking, cooing and fluttering, bobbing their heads; waking me. The spectre of the pigeon comes by day in Hobart, strutting in the shopping mall, in alleyways and lanes. I’ve been a bird-watcher all my life but the feral pigeon is one bird I can’t get to grips with. When I see pigeons in the city, I wonder why I am a bird lover at all, they make me recoil in horror. Perhaps it’s the … [Read more...] about A flight through psychedelic skies
Birds-eye view of history
The rising sun had painted the sky in hues of pinks and blues, and I was walking a beach thinking of another time, if not another place. It was the year of 1832, and a fearsome dog called Jowler was tugging at its chains, trying to chase a hooded plover straying a little too close to its kennel. My thoughts had wandered like my footprints in the wet sand at Eaglehawk Neck’s sweeping beach, where I had gone in search of Tasmania’s convict history, putting … [Read more...] about Birds-eye view of history
Birds and humans flock together
OUR connection with the birds all around us can be found in the strangest of places but none as strange as the workings of a mechanical excavator. I had a curious bird-watching experience at the end of winter when contractors arrived to shore up the elevated dirt drive of my home, which after heavy rains had begun to subside into my garden. I watched in fascination all morning at the skill of the excavator operator as he dug a trench in the narrow confines of our drive, … [Read more...] about Birds and humans flock together
Cuckoos hatch a dastardly plan
The fan-tailed cuckoo sat low in a white peppermint gum on the slopes of Mt Wellington, surveying the steep hillside that fell away before him. Unlike me, he was not there for the view. He was hatching a dastardly plan. I had heard the trilling, descending song of the cuckoo as I searched for a Bassian thrush’s nest I had discovered last year near Sphinx Rock half-way up the mountain and was wondering if the birds would use the same site again. At first I didn’t stop to try … [Read more...] about Cuckoos hatch a dastardly plan