Saturday, 21 January 2012

Jottings from the Tropics: 21 Jan 2012


The monsoon trough is grazing the northernmost parts of the continent, according to the Bureau of Meteorology. (They might not have used those exact words.) But there are no indications that any tropical lows (a.k.a. potential cyclones) will form in the Coral Sea over the next few days. This suits me fine. The BoM radar at Cairns currently shows a flock of small storms heading NW from the ocean. It is one of those sunshine – rain – sunshine – rain days. That suits me fine as well. When the monsoon trough saunters further south, as is forecast for the early part of next week, the story might change.

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I was planning —as I often do — to reduce the number of items of my ‘to do’ list. On occasion I have crossed off every one, but these instances are so rare that they only just exceed the number of authenticated living thylacine sightings in Australia. Number one on the list was the dull but necessary task of pulling out clumps of long grass at the edge of the drive. The pademelons don’t keep them under control and even the caterpillars make little impact. It was time for mass poacide.

But the red-browed finches were perched on the grass stems this morning, selecting the best ones to take away for their nests. Like the tooth-billed bowerbird with his ginger leaves, the finches were very fussy. They scrutinised each stalk until they found the most suitable, the look of concentration enhanced by those scarlet eyebrows. I can’t kill the grass yet. I will have to wait until the finches have finished their construction.

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Last night I noticed that not one but two Litoria rubella occupy the window frame. This explains the frog’s apparent ability to break the laws of physics by disappearing from one spot and instantaneously reappearing at another. Although, I suppose, a frog’s jumping skill might also go some way towards explaining that. There is plenty of food to sustain the pair of small, but chubby, amphibians — the windows are covered in little moths and leafhoppers, every one a perfect snack.

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The young person on the grocery checkout this morning was surprised that I hadn’t realised that Thursday is Australia Day. I thought it best not to mention that I hadn’t even realised that today is SundaySaturday. There is no need to provide more support for my status as a dotty old lady.

8 comments:

laurak@forestwalkart said...

hmmmm.
i'm kind of jealous.
i'm so looking forward to the day...
when i don't have to give a damn
of the day
or the time! :)

Snail said...

I don't know why I can't get the day right --- I have a calendar in front of me and a huge desk diary next to the computer.

My main concern is that I don't go out with toothpaste all over my face or holes in the seat of my pants.

laurak@forestwalkart said...

ha!!
good thoughts....

i have too much fun in front of the bathroom mirror....with toothpaste all over my mouth. (now there's a scary thought, i know...)

and i have been known to load the car up...and run around doing morning chores with my toothbrush hanging out of my mouth...fortunately the parcel delivery man has never shown up as i'm racing around like that!

Snail said...

My consoling thought is that it's better to be covered in toothpaste than to have forgotten to clean your teeth!

laurak@forestwalkart said...

((did i really say all that...i had to come back and check...i was hoping i was just day dreaming...))




(have no fear, i'm not rabid...just a little overboard nuts at times...)

Snail said...

Don't worry! I just started typing a reply to the comment notification email. You're waking up and I'm falling asleep!

laurak@forestwalkart said...

i do that ALL the time...in fact just did it again to the notification of THIS comment...i had to discard...and come here...

good night!

be QUIET possums! no dancing on the roof, and be nice...pee in the woods!

Snail said...

Goodnight from me and Little Poss. He was around earlier, but seems to have gone foraging in the forest. I haven't checked the back step for suspicious and pungent liquids.