Surprising events in the mansion on the mount unfold ... too many clues spoil the broth, although yours truly suspected a third nigger in the wood pile ( pardon the political incorrectness), both of us being exhausted from the last few days of slash and burn policy before it turns to total fire bans, we braved the hour's drive home in the storm.
Last night, another call from the alarm people, dining room again! So, back we go this morning for an exhaustive search of the fugitive. All possible dark places were investigated to no avail ... not until it started raining dictionaries from the high shelf above the doorway did I hit pay dirt.
The poor little mite was hiding behind the books and I had to act quickly before he brought down the whole set of the hundred year old Chamber's Encyclopaedia.
The Prof obligingly fetched a tall ladder, we have 12'6" ceilings and possums love heights. I managed to lift him out of his hidingplace but he also managed to latch onto my arm.
Nothing major, but I did let him go, and go he did ... jumped down like lightning, across the room and squeezed himself into the inch and a half space between a bookcase and the wall. Luckily part of his tail was visible and so, grabbing the tiger firmly by the tail ( now wearing rigger's gloves which the Prof had forced upon me), I hung on for dear life while he pulled the fully laden bookcase a little from the wall.
Voila! Quasimodo (not the most flattering photo of yours truly ever seen) holding the catch of the day!
Possums have prehensile tails, so it was a safe and secure way to hold him. Here is a close up of his beautiful feet, just like ours, with four fingers and a thumb.
This was the fourth possum episode we have sustained, the first time we did not find it tor two weeks until I finally located the emaciated little thing in the bottom of the grandfather clock!
Michelle of Rambling Woods has bestowed this beautiful award on a number of us who care about our planet with the proviso of posting on how we make a difference.
I have just surpassed 300 posts so on this milestone it is only right and proper that I tell you a little of why, where and how we live.
We live on a 500 acre farm and keep breeding cattle and sheep and grow some timber. We set aside a portion of land to plant to trees every year as well.
All animals are pasture or hay fed and have the bare minimum of vaccines or chemicals. The sheep need a vaccine annually but our cattle are healthy without intervention.
We grow our own food as far as weather conditions allow. One yearI cropped a hundred weight of strawberries from one strawberry bed and we had raspberries by the bucket load.
Last year, at the end of our 6 year drought, I lost each
and every atrawberry and raspberry plant as well as
all our currant and blueberry bushes.
I do not mind a few grubs on the outer layers of my
vegetables and only use companion planting and natural
pest deterrents. Onions amongst the roses confuse aphids
so they do not breed, any that do, are taken care of by the
Needless to say, fertillizers are supplied by sheep. cattle
and horses, What better source could there be? The
vegetables have supplements from the poultry run.
All our water comes directly from God and we store it in many very large concrete tanks with lids. This year we added two large tanks, an extra 32,000 gallons. We now have sufficient stored water to be able to be stretched over 2 years for our two households. One can, after all, never know what the future holds. We have lived off our own water supply now for 38 years.
In good years we have given masses of fruit and vegetables
away. We keep a small orchard of various fruits as well as just over a dozen citrus trees, oranges, mandarines, blood
oranges, ruby grapefruit, pomelos, limes, both for gins and
tonics and Kaffir limes for their aromatic leaves, as well as cumquots for marmelade.
Our air-conditioning is provided by curtesy of the grapevine
and rose covered pergolas the length of both sides of our
long and thin house. We only heat the one room we live in and sleep with open windows all year round.
We buy as little as possible from supermarkets and augment our food supply from the farmers' market insead. Our daughter is a fibre artist and natural dye maker.
Her dyes have no toxic elements to be disposed of. They
are truly natural and any residue goes on the compost heap as she uses the metal of the dye pot as a mordant.
The only reasonable shot I managed of this Corella, note the extra long beak, the main difference between him and his smaller cousin, the Little Corella which has a short beak and is generally smaller.
Anyone for a fried egg?
Half inch long blue bells dancing in the breeze.
The stars of heaven have drifted down to earth.
Bouquet of gold on impossible looking stony ground.
Little wildflowers anyone would be proud of in their garden.
Bright orange glowing on this dark and rainy day,
and a three foot high bush of Rice Flowers.
There were dozens of wildflowers still in bloom.
The Grampians are a great drawcard in the springtime
for their veriety of wildflowers, koalas, kangaroos and
prolific bird life.
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Thanks to the MY WORLD team, we can learn so much about our world.
Today would have been my mother's one hundred and eleventh birthday... unlike the weddings of today, no designer dress or multi-thousand $ reception. Just two very serious young people, my mother, a university student, my father just discharged army surgeon.
Life ahead .... uncertain. Prospects ..... non-existent.
Medical positions were all filled ... they worked at anything they could find. Father had perfect pitch and tuned pianos for a while. They farmed but with the arrival of children, ends refused to meet.
The depression of the thirties did not make things easier. Father joined the police force reaching the rank of inspector, mother worked as international telephonist since she spoke 5 languages.
Their story of the years between the wars is worthy of a book by itself. It was mother's fortitude that kept her fledglings safe and together after the terror of 1940 when my father was deported to Siberia.
In 1944, her elder son already twice wounded and sent back to the front, with the imminent threat of another Russian invasion, she bundled up her brood and fled.
The story of flight, famine and 5 years of being displaced persons, fills yet another book.
Starting again in Australia, a strange land, a strange language and cusoms, even the seasons upside down and not a penny to scratch with, at 51 years of age was not exactly a picnic either ... yet she brought us all up safely and helped each one of us to get a good start in life. We owe her so much more than life itself. She was a philosopher and poet who spent her working life in Australia hunched over a sewing machine in an army uniform factory just to put a roof over our heads and send me to university.
Mother was truly a remarkable woman, see also her granddaughter India's post.
Dear blog friends, like this tree standing tall in a fire-ravaged forest and surviving, aNNa of Nature Trail needs our positive thoughts and prayers for her wellbeing. She has been through so much in the last few years caring for others and now it is her turn to be the recipient of our support. * Please visit her and show you care. * aNNa has responded to the big C with a very positive attitude creating beauty and peace around herself but just now there has been another change in diagnosis. * So , it you can, please send positive thoughts, offer up your prayers, wrap her in white light or spend a little time sending Reiki. * Please offer your help for Anna's wellbeing rather than something specific, lest we meddle with the greater workings of destiny. * Thank you to all those who care and respond to this plea. * AnnA dear, my support of course you can take for granted. * With love and light to all.....Arija *
Ancient as time, favourite tree: the oak, animal: the wolf, flower: Anemone hepatica, place: a forest near water.Bird: too numerous to name,camera permanently grafted to hand, lover of light, nature, the sea, mountains, deserts,all forests, musing on the essence of being,loving all things great and small, caring for this wonderful planet of ours.