lunch time


bird traffic 

seeking seed below

time to eat



Recently we visited the Mornington Peninsula gallery to experience  an incredible  exhibition called ” Birds – Flight Paths in  Australian Art”

The exhibition was spectacular  and also the display from a flock of well over a hundred Little Corellas was entertaining. The flock was ascending, descending , alighting , feeding  all at the same time in and around  and beneath the adjoining Pines and Cypresses that were seeding. Corellas and Cockatoos love the seeds from these trees during Summer. The noise is deafening and brought back memories of my childhood in Western Victoria when similar sized flocks would arrive at our house yard that was surrounded by massive pine trees and Cypresses.

This is my contribution to the one a week week Photo Challenge  and the challenge this week is TRAFFIC . For this years challenge planned by Cathy and Sandra visit Cathy’s blog at

summer evening


sinking sun

sweaty radiant heat

no relief

A recent sunset over Port Phillip Bay from Ricketts Point after one of our hotter summer days. We haven’t had the heat waves of recent years this summer although predictions are for 3-4 days over 30 oC next week as Autumn kicks in. The sunsets have also not been as consistently spectacular so far this year.

This haiku is my response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge 137 Sweat & Heat.  Visit   to see many other poetic interpretations of these challenge words in haiku.



longer legs 

keep feathers dry

at feed time


This pair of Masked Lapwings, (Spur Winged Plovers) were convinced there was some tasty morsel or two waiting for them on the shore at Ricketts Point. Usually they are seen in wetlands or roadsides, anywhere food is offering. They often set up nests in parklands and school grounds and then a problem arises. Both male and female have a spur on one wing and aggressively defend their nest. This can result in wounds to the heads of unwary humans and other animals. Otherwise their haunting cry at night is a sign their is life in the neighbourhood grasslands.