G'Day,
On the weekend Pete and I went for a walk along the river bank down at Kambah pool.My dear old Murrumbidgee river looks quite different from what it does as it flows through Wagga and down on through the Riverina where I come from.
These pictures relate to a few of my previous posts over the last few weeks.






Anyway, the first picture is of a Wombat hole dug into the sandy soil of the bank. There must be lots of them down there judging by the scats and dug up patches everywhere.

Below is my darling. Can you see by the track why it would be better to walk around here in the winter rather that in summer when the snakes are around. Pretty feathery grasses.




























This picture is looking across the river, where it is still and reflective.














The above pic is of a wattle bush about to burst into flower. Wattle in its many forms is in flower at different times and places all year. Lots of it comes out in winter and spring. I don't know which particular one this is.














The moss growing on these granite rocks was a bright contrast to the other colours in the landscape.














There were quite a few of these little Casurina or river she oak seedlings that had established themselves between rocks in the rivers stream.














Here is a very big old casurina that had died. I liked the way the bark had shrunk and peeled back exposing the white wood underneath that had been bleached by the sun.














Another big dead casurina. I think that is spelt wrong.














This is of part of the gully running alongside the river.














These tall feathery reeds looked beautiful lit by the afternoon sun.














This pic is out of sequence but.. It is my nephew Terry, his wife Linda and their daughter Olivia who visited me recently.














Now back to the river again. Looking down from about half way up the bank.














Looking up stream.














And up stream again across the rocks.














And downstream. Silver reflections and silver ripples in the afternoon sunshine.














If you read about the parrots eating the pergola on the back of my house. Well these are the culprits. Two of these are male king parrots and the one with more green is a female. They are quite common around here but we didn't get them in Junee. When they fly they flash a patch of mid blue between their wings on their backs. Pretty birdies.














Same birdies on afore mentioned pergola. Female facing me, male facing away.














My Mum feeding some friendly magpies. The cage in the background has charlie, Mum's cockatiel in it. He is having a chew of the grass. Mum is getting quite funny and thinks she can be selective about which birds she wants to come into our yard to eat the seed.














C'Mon Maggie take this bit too!( Enbiggen. A term pinched from Peter's blog.) We are also visited by, galahs, eastern rosellas, crimson rosellas, sulphur crested cockatoos, top knot pigeons, miners, wrens and finches and of course the sparrows have discovered we put out seed as well as other birdies I don't know the names of. I once saw some black cockatoos fly over, they have a strange distinctive harsh call, but I only saw them once. Amazing since we are in the city.














And the naughty female king parrot again on the feeding station.See how the roof is chewed, the galahs love eating it.
I have been slowly sneaking the feeder a few feet closer to the house every few weeks so we can get a better look at our birdie visitors. They don't seem to mind and are getting quite used to having us sit and watch them, as long as we stay sitting down they stay at the feeder.
That is all for tonight, work tomorrow. Good night.

Love Linda.