Crowing

 List of things really needed for our Australia trip.

Sun cream. Swim wear. Sun hats. Shorts. Dresses. Sun glasses. Flip flops.

In short, summer has arrived. We had imagined that we would be crowing about how warm the weather is for the whole time we were in Australia so we now have to concentrate on cramming all our crowing into one weekend. In fact, the weather promises to get hotter and hotter until the time we leave. The sky is blue, the Jacaranda trees are a blaze of purple flowers and the birds are in fine voice. And what voices they are. I wondered, the other day, why such a bizarre noise has been 'composed' to signal to pedestrians that it is time to cross the road at pelican crossings. I reckon it's because any kind of 'normal' alarm sound is bound to already be replicated by one sort of bird. If one such bird was standing close to a road crossing, the consequences could be disastrous. If you're lucky, I will attempt to imitate the crossing noise and attach it as a sound file....

This morning, Kate and I went for a walk along the coast in this glorious weather. Joy allowed us to use her car to get us to the coast.

The tide was in. The sea was flat calm and glistening in the light. The sun was out. The sky was blue. Oh, have I already said that? Silly me, he crowed.

We drank coffee at the coffee shop which we met Nina in, on the first full day of our Australian odessy. It seems like a long time ago. Much water has gone under the bridge, or in our case, along the coast, since then.

We are now sat on the decking, raised up to the first floor, outside Joy and Ron's house. Magpies are the only sound of consequence. The young male is still pestering his Mum for food even though he looks pretty full grown. Apparently, males are a lot lazier about fending for themselves and the mothers indulge them. I'm not saying anything. 

Having said that, after a while, I got up and practised my pool skills. It paid off! I have beaten Ron at a game of pool

Beautiful weather and Victor at pool. There's some serious crowing going on at the moment.

Tomorrow, we are off to Stradbroke island. 'Straddy'. Everything is abbreviated in Australia. So it's early to bed. Actually, that's standard for us at the moment. We're still working on the 'early to rise' bit.

I've just realised that I was going to demonstrate the pelican crossing sound but I am now sat in bed and the house is quiet. Kate wouldn't appreciate it and it might cause distress to the other occupants of the house. I will just have to keep you waiting for it...

Sun, sea, sunglasses, sun hats and sandals
A multistory boat park. But then this is part of the third largest marina in the southern hemisphere.
Our favourite coffee shop on the sea front.


Comments

  1. Jennie Williams4 October 2024 at 11:00

    Ow wow! This is the first time I have been able to look at your pictures. They have made feel so cold! Crow away and enjoy!

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