Australia · in my garden · Mount Warning · native Australian birds · spring · subtropical weather

Figbirds

When my blogging friend, Barbara, added a post recently showing a brown thrasher bird, I commented on the similarities between the thrasher and a regular visitor to my garden, the figbird. Our figbirds are natives of Australia. The female, pictured above, has specked feathers not unlike the speckled breast feathers of the brown thrasher Barbara shared a photo of after spotting one during a walk In the Woods.

The male figbird, pictured above, looks like a different species of bird. Typical of many male bird species, they are the showier of the two with their olive green feathers and a distinctive red ring around their eyes.

I was fortunate enough to have a figbird “couple” perched on the finished flower of a ponytail palm this week, close to my window, so I didn’t need to zoom in too much to take photos of the pair.

The ongoing damp, humid weather we have had recently continued this week. Overnight, however, the weather seems to have righted itself and is now more consistent with the season. Today, the sun is shining, and the sky is a brilliant blue with hardly a cloud in sight. The temperature is also much higher today – nearly 32 degrees Celsius (or 89 Fahrenheit), yet the day feels cooler today than it did yesterday when the temperature was only 25 degrees Celsius, humid, and raining!

I couldn’t resist taking a photo of the valley today, on the last day of spring, with clearly defined slopes and crevices amid the mountain and ranges.

Dare I hope that those pesky mosquitoes will disappear now, along with the rain?

Australia · books · family · history · memories · native Australian birds · new year · pets · piano · renovations

The things you find under the carpet!

Mr Magpie Lark disappeared from my garden for a while, but he’s returned for the new year.

As this is my first post for 2022, first of all, I would like to wish everyone a very happy and prosperous new year. Hopefully, this will be the year that the world regains some form of normality. But let’s not talk about that.

I made a very interesting discovery yesterday which I would like to share.

Since the last of my children moved out of home (then moved back again – twice – with promises that it was definitely his last move home,) we have progressively renovated the house. Last year, the old kitchen was completely ripped out and replaced. We have also repainted rooms, replaced the old, worn carpet with wood-style planks, and installed deeper, older style skirting boards in each room.

The latest room to have a spruce up is the lounge room. Over the years when the children were little, I told them the lounge room is otherwise known as the quiet room, and they have all adhered to the rules – no boisterous playing and no food in the room. It is in this room I have French polished furniture which I bought many years ago when we lived in Sydney. It is also the room with the most bookshelves, so could also be known as the library. The antique piano lives in this room, so if anyone feels inclined to make a noise, they are welcome to play the piano, gently.

Before Christmas, we repainted the lounge room, so all the room needed was new floor coverings, and yesterday was the day the installers arrived to continue the wood-style flooring into the last living area of the house. Exciting!

The bare cement slab after the old carpet was removed.

One installer, Zac, had been to my house before, to replace the floor coverings in my office. They had only been here long enough yesterday to remove the old carpet when Zac asked, “was this house built in 1994?” I told Zac that we had built the house then and had lived here ever since. He told me he had found some newspaper under the carpet, dated March 1994.

Apparently, before real newspapers were mostly replaced by online news subscriptions, it was common practice for carpet installers to put a current piece of newspaper under the new carpet so future occupants of the house knew either when the house was built, or when the last floor coverings were laid.

Bronte checking out the new floor.

The carpets were laid throughout our house before we moved in, therefore, I hadn’t known the installers had slipped a tiny piece of history under the flooring, to be found at a later date. But of course, I insisted Zac leave our find in place!

We now have a new, tightly secured floor, except for just one plank. Zac left the fifth plank along the north-eastern wall loose. If he had glued the plank in place it would have destroyed the paper, and that just wouldn’t do!

A little piece of history.