Back in February I posted a photo of a moth and lamented that my photo did not do justice to its beauty. Cathie Reich has kindly sent me a much better photo that she took of the same species of moth during the April storms this year.
Many people have various markers as to when spring has sprung. I have three, all of which have happened in the last couple of weeks:
- Taking my gloves off while riding to work.
- The smell of blood and bone fertiliser in the air.
- Being swooped by a magpie, which happened to me yesterday in Chatham Road, Hamilton North, just in time for the official start of spring today.
I’ve been checking every day, and right on cue, on the first day of spring my mulberry tree sprouted its first green leaf buds.
Since late last year when I stumbled across it, I’ve enjoyed following neighbouring suburb blogger Mark MacLean’s musings on Hamilton North. Maybe too much, for as I cycled to work today and came across a dead rat on the bike path I had a sudden, strange, and almost irresistible urge to stop and photograph it.
I didn’t though, and instead offer here a photograph of a moth on my wall yesterday. I’ve never seen one like it before, I don’t what it is, but I do know that it was stunningly beautiful, and that the photo does not do it justice.
A move of some furniture in our lounge room on Australia day, meant a temporary relocation of the stereo on to the floor. Of course, the cat immediately appropriated it as her personal heated cat throne. Here she is chilling out to Lucky Ocean’s Secret Steel.
The possum in our shed that survived the roller door incident last year has settled in and is a pretty relaxed possum these days. Today I found it reclining flat on its back on a shelf in the shed with a very contented attitude. My daughter snapped this photo and then engaged in a bit of digital mischief to suggest the source of the contentedness.
Happy Australia Day weekend.