Happy New Year 2013

A New Year begins, another 365 days, seems such a long time, but then this is the start of the year and 365 days is always a long time that passed to fast. 

Lake Mulwala at Yarrawonga. I managed to stop for ten minutes on the way back from Tungamah.  To be too busy to stop and appreciate scenery like this is a life misspent.  Watching the water ripple and wash against the lake's shore is the best stress release ever.  

No I an not yanking your chain, seagulls have been residents in Yarrawonga  for as long as I can remember.  The Lake was created in 1939 and somehow the birds have managed to fly roughly two hundred kilometers from the nearest seashore. 

 The mystery is how did the seagulls know that there was a lake that far inland.

A thought for this year is to take a cruise on the lake.

N is for Newborn

 I was going to clear this grass out for neatness but discovered that one of my hens had found a use for the grass.  She has been sitting in her nest for a couple of weeks now, so I am soon expecting a new brood of small chickens.

Her sister has managed to hatch seven of her eggs.  This hen kept her secret till she turn up one night inside the pen.  She knew there were holes in the fence and underneath the pen door that enabled small chickens access to the inside.  

The hint was taken and the holes have been blocked, her trouble is new arrivals, the small bantam mums are not happy when I nab another mum and place them in the pen.

In the paddock next door there are new arrivals too.  This new born lamb enjoying early spring sunshine.

Nature has a way of knowing that the seasons have turned from the chill of winter, though that seems to be leaving slowly this year, and gets on with the renewal of life.

My first post for





The weather was grey and threatening rain, when these photo's were snapped, so here are the G's for ABC Wednesday,

Grey clouds gloom, and grey trunks hoist leaves into gusty wind.

 A fallen tree, and that is not a piece of orange grafted into the grey log.  A little piece of fungi best left in the forest.

Grass neatly tucks itself into the trunk of a grey box gum tree.

This tree stump, cut before its prime, is now gouged and eaten by white ants.  No-one wants the wood for heating too much grit and mud, but the white ants don't mind.













Good gracious what is this? Looks like an alien invasion growing on this gum tree.