THEY’RE BAAAAAACK!

The Superb Fairy-Wrens are back this week.

In larger than usual numbers too.

I never seem to get tired of watching these Wrens.  They keep me entertained for hours and  when they’re visiting, I never seem to get any household chores or cooking done.

Female SUPERB FAIRY-WREN – THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST SHOTS I’VE TAKEN FOR QUITE SOME TIME. 

I counted 6 in my balcony garden the other day, but as I’ve mentioned before, they move so quickly, some days they’re impossible to photograph with the heavy long 150-500mm lens and DLSR.

Male SUPERB FAIRY-WREN.

All this week I can hear the wrens cheeping in the Japanese Maple growing next to my balcony fence and they are becoming more common than the House Sparrows 🙂   I don’t remember seeing any of these tiny wrens drinking from the bird bath though – only the Sparrows.

There’s been far less sound from the jack-hammer-like ‘rock splitter’ coming from the construction site over the road this week.  On Tuesday, the construction crew seemed to be pouring concrete most of the morning and were almost………. as ‘quiet as mice’. 😀

When I go out to pick up my new glasses which have arrived in-store, I’ll have a look at the top of the cliff and see  how progress is going on the site.

On another note, all, or at least most, of the Harlequin bugs and Cabbage Moth Caterpillars seem to have left the area. I didn’t get so many this past Summer.   I have pruned all the herbs of their ‘nibbled’ leaves for the umpteenth time and the new growth is starting to flesh out the bushes.  I feel as though I can finally leave the pest control hutch off the smaller plants and they can get some more sun.  After the previous year’s devastation of every single leaf on nearly every potted plant, I think the purchase of this pest control netted ‘hutch’ was well worth the money.

But I do have to be vigilant though.  I picked a whole lot of mint to use in cooking last Sunday and was just about to start chopping when I saw one leaf looked a bit curly.  I turned it over and what did I see – a lot of fine spun fibres and a caterpillar waiting to turn into a butterfly.

Phew!

I wonder what fresh caterpillar might taste like 😀

 

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APOLOGIES….

I’m way behind with Blog Reading and replying to some comments, so apologies to everyone concerned.

Sometimes, when life gets busy, you just have to accept your failings and move on……

Here’s a few quick shots of that male Superb Fairy-wren from Tuesday.  I think I had the sliding door open for the first 2 shots and the other 3 were through the dirty windows so they look a bit faded.  I don’t see these wrens  often now.  Maybe they’re nesting and got little ones to feed, or maybe, they’re fed up with finding no food in my much-reduced balcony garden?

So here’s a series of images so you can follow them around my garden like I do.  They’re such fun to watch.  It’s always a challenge to capture these fast-moving little wrens within the frame, but it’s always fun trying.

Anyway, Tuesday’s sighting was a rare one in recent weeks.  I think they visit me, take a stroll around the remaining potted plants and then drop down to the grey concrete tiles where they used to find scattered seed, then up to the fence railing, drop down to the apartment below mine, find nothing there and……………fly back to the hedge on the other side of the road.

That seems to be the routine.

I’m thinking that my Sony a6000 might need cleaning and servicing.  Yesterday’s shots at the pond in the Wetlands look a little odd.  Or maybe it was just the gusty winds that tried to blow me over and I wasn’t holding the camera still enough.  I’ve lost the rubber eyepiece for the 3rd time, and without it, my glasses are getting scratched too.

After visiting the local Pharmacy yesterday, despite ominous cloud cover, I walked over to the bus stop to check when the next bus would arrive heading down to the Maribyrnong/Edgewater/Bunyap park/wetlands (I wish they’d make up their minds out of the 3 names they’ve got on the signs around the pond).

One sign would be more than adequate.  I used to walk along the river path from home to visit this wetlands and pond, but of course, walking this far is out of the question at the moment.

A few rain drops fell but I decided to……….wait for the next post to tell you about it 😀

SIZE MATTERS……

I was just about to put another load of laundry in the washing machine when I felt compelled to go back to my desk, sit down and pick up the camera.

In doing so, I caught a female juvenile Superb Fairy-wren at the bird bath having a drink.

The is a first folks! 😀

I’ve never seen a Fairy-wren use the bird bath before (and as you now know, I do nothing all day but look out the window from my Room With a View LOL 😀 ).

When I downloaded it, I found a shot from yesterday of the baby boy and with a tape measure in hand, measured the pot so you could get a sense of how tiny these juveniles are. The plastic terracotta pot measured 6 1/4″ from base to rim, so now………you can appreciate their size and the full pot is not completely shown in the frame (below) either.

Is there a Bird Angel watching over me?

(I also noticed that the holes in the new bird dish, where the chains hook, are much lower in this one and with the gusty wind swinging it to and fro, the water is emptying much quicker than the old bird bath.  Perhaps it’s meant to be a seed bowl, not a water bowl).

ESCAPE FROM ALCATRAZ

It is not 1962.

But it was one of the most ingenious prison breaks of all time—if it worked.   In 1962, inmates and bank robbers Frank Morris and John and Clarence Anglin vanished from Alcatraz, the federal island penitentiary off the coast of San Francisco.   They had used sharpened spoons to bore through the prison walls, left papier-maché dummies in their beds and floated away on a raft made from 50 raincoats.

 

I DO NOT HAVE 50 RAINCOATS and wouldn’t dream of damaging my cutlery with a heavy-duty nail file.  All I want to do was escape from my tiny modern apartment next to the Frogs Hollow Nature Reserve.

 

Yesterday, I made the 3rd attempt (in the last week) to finish my long list of errands in my immediate vicinity.

I was getting desperate 🙂

I had a very long list – including a replacement bright blue ceramic bird bath for the highly confused and bewildered House Sparrows – a replacement for the one I had broken in my over-zealous balcony fence clean about 2 weeks ago.  Will I EVER get to buy this B$@%# new Bird Bath?

It was late in the afternoon at 4.00pm, (when you can’t make a quick getaway via car), to be setting off.   I was almost ready to go yesterday when I realised I hadn’t turned the computer off, so walked over to my desk, located in front of the lounge windows, and sat down once again for the zillionth time that day.

I closed each application I’d been working on and turned the computer off when I caught a sudden movement out of the corner of my left eye.

Yikes!

It was another baby Superb Fairy-wren – male or female – I couldn’t quite tell.  The sex is not so easy to identify when they are juveniles.  It was a lousy shot.  Not just because I was shaking with excitement.

The glass sliding door was closed (well, of course it was, I was going out shopping).

The glass was filthy from the overnight rain. (or was it because I hadn’t cleaned it all week – take your pick – whichever reason you like).

But what was worse, I’d moved the armchair in order to put the clothes horse with the wet washing right in front of the open door earlier in the afternoon.  The reflection was hitting the (now closed) sliding door.

I dare not get up out of my chair as I couldn’t be sure whether I was visible from the wren’s perch.  When the windows have just been cleaned all the birds can see is a reflection of the sky, plants and the balcony fence.

I’m invisible.

But when the glass is dirty, sometimes I’m visible, sometimes I’m not.

 

Then with a flick of his/her tail, the bird was gone.

 

I stared at the ruby-red lettuce for a while.

I needed to get that clothes horse and wet washing out of the way.

But was it worth taking the risk of moving (to get up out of my chair to do it)?

Suddenly I spotted the Fairy-wren jumping on to the next seedling tray into the Pak Choy which had bolted and gone to seed from being in the overly warm lounge room.  I’ve already recounted my failure in having an indoor garden leading up to Spring and the subsequent transfer of seedling trays out to the open balcony fresh air.

 

“Turn around” ……I sent a telepathic message.

“All right, don’t”. I said with down-turned pouting lips.

“But you could at least fly away for a few seconds, so I can move the clothes horse to erase the reflection clouding my shots”

“No way” said the tiny Wren on receiving my request.

“I’m having too much fun, eating these fresh young leaves”

 

I cursed again as the next shot was ruined by the reflection from both the glass door and a clothes horse white line straight through the bird’s eye.

I suspected I had the DSLR and long telephoto lens on far too slow a shutter speed, but I dare not put the camera down to look in case I missed a photo opportunity.

Normally I can change camera settings with the DSLR up against my eye when I’m calm and have no Brain Fog…….but not when I’m excited.

Still too blurred…….and the tiny wren continued to snack on my Mizuna ‘Red’ (Brassica rapa var nipposinica).  It must have liked the peppery flavour?

This is the first time I had bought one of these Diggers Club Heirloom cut-and-come-again leafy vegetables featuring the lacy, purple-red foliage (to add a splash of colour and a pinch of pepper to salads and soups, so the plant label said).   

Most plant nursery’s stock Diggers Club varieties, although my younger brother buys his Heirloom veggie seeds from an online source.  He mentioned yesterday that he was going to plant more Amish tomatoes this year as he’d had a bumper crop last year.

 

A quick turn around of wings and tail spoilt the next shot too.

 

…….and all I got was a little rear end poking fun at me.

It then flew away and I finally had the opportunity to move the folding clothes horse.  I thought the bird show had ended so I didn’t open the sliding glass door, but sat down ready to turn the computer back on, as I couldn’t wait until after my planned shopping expedition to see if any of the shots had turned out.

Then the sun came out and luckily I hadn’t put the lens cap back on, because the tiny wren came back.

I’d had quite a bit of trouble focusing in the first place because the 150-500mm lens was actually too long and I’d had to slowly lean back in my swivel chair to try and get the camera to autofocus.  It kept ‘auto’ zooming in and out trying to find the subject.

….and of course, each time the DSLR long lens played around, so did the bird.

But the Sony ‘mirrorless’ with its shorter 55-210mm lens was tucked away in its camera bag and I couldn’t reach it without scaring the wren away.

 

It was throughly enjoying the warmth of the winter sun on its back.

Then success.

Despite the dirty glass, I got a fairly decent shot (below).  I’d noticed those white little puddles of bird poop and wondered which bird had made them.

House Sparrows make white pellets.

The shadows from the late afternoon sun were stretching longer and longer.

I was desperate to escape “Alcatraz” but I still hesitated in case I missed further shots.

I do believe I’m becoming a bird-aholic.

Can’t get enough of the wee small creatures.

I really should be going to BA (Bird-aholics Anonymous), but like all people with an addiction, it was up to me to make the first move and after this long Winter at home with only the birds for company, I just couldn’t take the first step to attend a BA meeting.

I was glorifying in my indulgence and soaking up the possibilities.  (I have an addictive personality type and once I’d broken my bird-aholics remission, I just couldn’t stop).

The Super Fairy-wren ‘babe’ flew up to the Nemesia flowers.  I was getting ‘drunk’ on the sight and wobbled continually, as well as (what I later found out) was a ridiculously slow shutter speed at 1/60 and small aperture at f29.0.

Yes, I was deliriously ‘drunk’ on photographic vision.

I’d never even checked the camera settings in my haste and excitement, although I had switched the ISO to AUTO at one stage.

 

That’s getting better……”Can you move your head a bit to your right?”

 

…….and then…..he/she stood fairly still.

Is that the end of the photo session I wondered?

“Can I now get out the door to do the long list of errands (including your new bird bath)?”

“Do what you please.” answered the Fairy-Wren.

“In the meantime, take a shot of my rump” said the baby bird.  “It’ll be the best shot of the day if you can stop that camera shaking so much.”

THE END.

I actually took a total of 41 images, but by the time I turned the computer back on and downloaded the shots to review them, the sun had gone behind the cloud cover and rain threatened.

Just like today, it is starting to rain and my 4th attempt at escaping these four walls looks like its in jeopardy.

No……..wait…….the sun’s coming out again.

But I need 3 new colour ink cartridges, a new pack of printer paper, a browse through the cordless vacuum cleaners in the furniture shop next door, a new door mat, bird bath and other items at the nearby hardware/plant nursery warehouse and then there’s……………………………………………………………………

 

Have good trust in yourself,

not in the one that you think you should be

but in the one that you are

Taizan Maezumi, 1931— 1995, Japanese zen Buddhist teacher

I AM……..A BIRD-AHOLIC.

I AM.

PS The baby wren just reappeared and after numerous ‘shots’, my 4th attempt to escape this apartment is in jeopardy.  This time I WILL NOT stop to download them.  I will not.

Looks like Mizuma ‘Red’ is off the Spring menu once and for all 😀