Last week five unexpected visitors turned up at the RUC in the shape of white Guinea Fowl.
They’re not tame, but not native to Australia either – so I have no idea where they’ve come from. I travelled around to neighbours to see if anyone had lost this cute little Confusion (yes – the collective noun is a Confusion of Guinea Fowl and they really live up to it!)
No one is claiming them. I’ve looked online – no one has reported them missing.
I can’t catch this Confusion because they become confused when I approach (and they’re faster than chickens). My Snow White Powers (as hubby calls it when I’m near animals) don’t work on them.
This morning when I went outside I could only see four of them. Good grief! What happened to the fifth? Dogs, wild cats, snakes – I don’t even want to think about it.
I’ve left some seeds in the shed hoping they’ll settle in there every night, but they just run into the sugar cane and disappear for the evening looking really confused. I feel like a Mother Hen trying to protect them.
If you know anything about Guinea Fowl your expertise would be greatly appreciated.
Last week I talked about some photos I‘d sent to the local newspaper in the hope that they would publish them. They didn’t (hey, I’m used to rejection), so I’m now going to share them here with you.
The Sunbirds love my passionfruit vine and most afternoons they come by to drink their fill of nectar. So I finally captured a shot of this little beauty.
*** Have a great week!***
It was a cat moon kind of night on Friday night. I was out on the writer’s nook writing a short story when I looked up and saw this. For a brief moment I thought I was being stalked by a celestial feline (and there isn’t even a cat in the story – maybe I should add one).
I also got some pretty cool pics of birds the other day. I’m going to send them to the local newspaper. Hopefully they’ll like them – I’ll let you know how I go.
*** Have a great week! ***
This post is actually about wildlife, but I thought I’d break the word into two as my life is pretty wild at times.
My English niece arrived on the weekend for a visit so I thought I’d introduce her to some of my animal friends. I tried to take a selfie with a couple of naughty Rainbow Lorikeets but they kept photo-bombing my phone.
Mr Crocodile was happy to see us – but you should never get this close unless this bad-ass is behind a fence.
We stumbled across this beautiful albino Kookaburra – who knew only too well how absolutely beautiful it was next to its normal cousin!
Then this Pademelon who was quietly grazing near two King Parrots
The Bee-eaters (Merops ornatus) were out in force when I got home so I got a couple of shots of these gorgeous birds. The photos don’t do their colours justice.
The sugar cane cutting season has started so it’s been busy around my neck of the woods. I’ve been doing a bit of writing – enough to keep me out of trouble anyway 🙂
*** Have a great week! ***
I thought of that line the other day when I saw my mother-in-law’s cat run in front of a truck. I nearly had a heart-attack thinking she was going to be squished (you’ll be pleased to know that the cat and the truck survived unscathed).
After the shock subsided I thought about the “nine lives” myth and related it to the many lives I’ve lived through my words. Once a story is finished I close that life and start another. But to do this I need to open a new reality and live through the story.
If I get a phone call when I’m writing it takes me a few seconds to snap back into this reality and remember who I am, what I’m doing and what I’m supposed to be saying.
Hello, is a good start.
What are you doing? Feel like coffee?
Um, not sure at the moment, because saying you’re just about to walk into a serial-killers house to search for bodies doesn’t quite cut it with elderly neighbours.
So I’ve taken to putting my phone on silent when I’m writing.
Having tradesmen working in the house is just as difficult. I’ve had a tiler doing the bathroom in the RUC and he learned pretty quickly to avoid me when I’m at the computer. Actually, he has no choice – I can’t hear what he’s saying when I’m writing. He tells me I’ve been In The Zone and he’s absolutely right.
I got a little crazy and put the words on one of my favourite pictures.
When I’m old and decrepit (like next week the way I’m going) I can pin it up on my wall and brag about how young and fit I used to be 🙂
Have you ever been accused of being In The Zone?
Sometimes I don’t even have to be writing to get to that state (as some people will attest when they say I’ve ignored them in the street!)
I’m feeling pensive today so I thought I would link this post to the WP daily prompt.
xxx Have a great weekend! xxx
This morning as I slipped on my shoe I felt a ball of cold stuff under my toes. For those of you with arachnophobia it would be your worst nightmare. I’m usually more careful, but I was in a rush. I didn’t get bitten – I pulled off the shoe to find a huntsman spider looking at me as if I was insane for testing its patience like that. If I had been in a nightclub I would have won the break-dancing competition.
I bet you’re glad I shared this story with you – you’re welcome. But that’s all beside the point of this post.
In the last few years I’ve been asked a lot about writing for awards and competitions. I feel like my first big break came when I won my first award. Then over the years, winning more awards really helped me polish my writing as well as landing me a few good jobs. It also provided me with some great marketing tools and introduced me to a load of interesting people.
This week the lovely people at LULU.com gave me the opportunity to talk about writing for awards and competitions. It’s only a short article, so if you’ve got a minute, please go over and check it out.
My Writer’s Nook has been getting the work-out of its life for the past month or so. It seems my muse came back from vacation with a vengeance and is shooting me with so many arrows of ideas that I’ve been averaging about 5,000 words a day (not all good words, but hey – they’re words!)
So I thought I put my favourite picture here – the view from my Writer’s Nook.
xxx Have great weekend! xxx
After scoring a bronze in the Ruth Rendell short story award I’ve now been commissioned to write another story. I’ve been doing a happy dance since receiving this news yesterday – but it’s probably time to hang up my dancing shoes and get to work!
So I guess you’re wondering why I named this post Ulysses.
It could be because I once read Ulysses by James Joyce as a bet with a friend who said I’d never get through it. Well, I got through it and at times it was a struggle but I’m really glad I did. Parts of it are completely unreadable, but I think this was due to the author experimenting with different styles of writing and use of language. Other parts of it flow like poetry and leave you with an overwhelming feeling that you’ve just stumbled upon the most beautiful words ever written. The most important lesson I learned from reading this book that there is no right way to write a story – be yourself, think like a child, write from your heart.
The other reason I could have named this post Ulysses is because I stumbled across a beautiful butterfly on my dog walk the other day. The Blue Mountain (or Ulysses) butterfly with its iridescent electric blue wings is unique to this part of the world. It was once a threatened species, but due to dedicated conservationists it’s now more prevalent.
Do you realise how hard it is to get a photo of these beauties? They move so fast! This one stayed still for me – what a star.
It’s just a baby – but still colourful.
Then I saw this one – I don’t know the name for it but I see them everywhere here.
It must have been a good day for butterflies
xxx Have a wonderful week! xxx
I came across a few strong little creatures on my walk last week.
The first ones I noticed were a line of ants carrying loads of white things from one side of the paddock to the other. Maybe they were moving house. I managed to get a clear shot of one of them (hey – ants are small so it wasn’t that easy).
A few kilometres on I heard a buzzing sound on the ground and saw two insects fighting or mating, (it’s hard to tell the difference in the insect world), or the third thing that could have been happening was the wasp emerging from a host insect (which is a pretty hideous thought!)
Once I had snapped this shot they flew (still joined together) to a branch and sat there for a while doing who-knows-what.
I don’t know about you, but I didn’t want to be at the pointy end of that red wasp’s sting. Many years ago I was stung by something very similar. It managed to sneak beneath my shirt and get me on the stomach. As I was trying to get it off it also stung my fingers. I was very sick (including horrific burning and itching, fevers and nightmares) for about four days. I was also a passenger in a car when it happened and ended up jumping out while we were still moving (slowly – luckily!)
It was a bit scary for me to get this close to the beast, but I felt better once I’d taken the shot and knew I had (almost) overcome my fear of wasps.
Have you ever been so frightened by an insect that you’ve jumped out of a moving vehicle?
I hope not…
xxx Have a great week! xxx