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.

Lilting Piquant

Venus and The Sailor, 1925, by Salvador Dali

the excuse was simple

the night provided the color

lyric blue moons excite and ripple

dance sensuous saunter with no other

than the artist

her tresses bound

by hair gel applied and kissed

together they pound

oblivious to peering vacationists

sitting silent on wooden seats

exterior, spaced by a table

set with rich spicy meats

wishing they were able

to join the lilting

alliteration in dance

their efforts unflattering

best left a silhouette trance.