Busy Busy Busy

…and not motivated to blog.
Yep, I’ve been busy. But on this Good Friday afternoon, after mowing half an acre, then driving to Wujal Wujal to help my mate out, then phoning my Grommety (my daughter Lill), I sat down outside, popped a Coopers Sparkling Ale, admired my achievement & decided to say hi to you all again. Sorry about the lack of news. Oh, before I forget. You know that atrocious Rossville to Wujal Wujal road IĀ  drive over regularly? Well, on a normal ‘busy’ day, I might see five cars on the road. Today I went around four tourist vehicles going my way, but very, very slowly, and about thirty or more heading the other way. Mostly tourists in 4 wheel drives packed to the racks with camping gear, some towing boats at walking pace due to the piss poor state of the road. It made for a very interesting drive šŸ˜‰ Anyway, flash back to early last week I think…

I got impatient & started slashing with the tractor, even though I was told not to use it. The only reason I wasn’t supposed to use it was because one of the back tyres was ancient, perishing, and not very healthy, as in due to fail. And it did. I’d slashed around the perimeter & fixed the hill a bit with the front end bucket. I’d worked for about 45 minutes & was about to continue around again. But when I got back near the house it went. Not with a bang, more like a weak fart.

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The landlord wasn’t happy. However, he settled after he realised I said that I would get it replaced. I already had prior knowledge from previous tenants of where to get the tyre & who could fit it. It’ll cost me around $1200 fitted. Then I’m gunna sharpen the slasher blades & go to town on the place. That’s if I don’t finish the five or more cleared & fruit tree filled acres with this little Rover 220 Utility mower, with an 18″ cut. It’s rough, but it starts first go, and mauls grass!

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This’ll give you an idea of how good this old jigger is:

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It’s mowed about an acre of the yard so far.
Here’s a before & after:

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Yesterday morning, I came across this little reptile on the road. It’s a Blue-tongued lizard about 45 centimetres long, which makes him/her pretty big as blue-tongues go. They’re technically a member of the skink family. They put on a very impressive defensive display when they feel threatened, by opening their mouths and flashing an irridescent Blue tongue that contrasts against the bright Yellow of its mouth. However, they don’t panic & run like goannas. They tend to stop & stay as still as possible. I first saw this one from about 300 metres away as it was crossing the road. It was moving quite fast, but as I reached where the lizard crossed, it had stopped in the grass. To get the defensive pose, I had to wave my hand about 10 centimetres from its head. They really are quite docile. I could have picked this one up and taken it home without fear of being bitten. But, I didn’t have a catch bag & besides, it would be better off where it was. I may bring the odd python home though. They scare the rats and trespassers off. There’s nothing like a python/snake warning sign on your door to deter the average villain šŸ™‚

Friends showed me this Bird eating spider they’d found. That’s a CD case it’s on. I was told of one that he’d dug up with a backhoe once. He said it came up in the bucket but fell about five feet or a metre & a half. It hit the ground and actually split open. He swore it’s abdomen was nearly as big as his palm!

We have bats šŸ™‚ Yep, and I think they roost in the palms beside the shed. I saw them just on dusk last night. Bigger than a little bent-wing, but smaller than a Ghost bat. Maybe about 10cm body length? Either way I feel lucky. One flew into the kitchen rarlier this week and flew around for a minute or so before heading outside again šŸ™‚

The evening has been beautiful. The dusk sky went from Pink in the East through to a vivid Blue in the South. Our evening was interrupted at about 7:15 when at least three dingos began howling just over the ridge. They got closer, about 300 metres by a guess, near the top of the ridge where the water tank is, & the dogs got real toey, so I sent them inside & waited with torch & a suitable weapon at the ready. They moved further away, towards the mountains North East of us thankfully. We’ll have to be real careful when the girl comes on heat. Jacks father, mother & some siblings had all been individually ambushed by dingos. The pack was all the full tan and white, regulation dingo colour. All five that I saw of them. Dingos are viciously efficient at killing a foe. In one case, they bit into the femoral artery of one dog, causing her to bleed to death within metres of where they’d lured her. In the case of Jacks dad, they bit into his soft underbelly, puncturing his intestines. They also mauled one of our pregnant ones. She was a Wolfhound Dane cross & survived the attack, but had puncture wounds from her rump through to her ribs. We nursed her back to health and she eventually delivered her litter. One pup out of the seven(?) was stillborn.
I do not like or trust dingos/wild dogs in the wild. They are cunning, very adept at ambush and flanking techniques, and are ruthless. However, I respect their right and their beauty as native animals. But I will kill one if I have to. They stalk people too.
Speaking of dogs, here is Jack (the Black and White bloke), my big old mate. He’ll be seven this year. The brindle girl is Flossy. She belongs to a mate who adopted her. She is about three or four and is learning how to socialise. The other one is Floyd. Nearly eight months old and impossible to keep still enough to get a non blurred shot of.

Anyway, I should hunt down a strong Interweb signal and post this.
Happy Easter everyone šŸ™‚
I hope the Bilby brings you chocolate rabbits šŸ™‚
By Monday I’ll be tanned, muscled and stuffed from mowing. But I’m really enjoying doing something outdoors and mildly physical. I’ve discovered a couple of orange trees laden with green fruit, so I’m going to mow around them,then mow paths to the other fruit trees and clear around them. Then I’ll mow the other bits. So much fruit! Soursop, Jakfruit, guava, rambutan, mango, carambola (star fruit), banana, orange, abiu, custard apple, and maybe twenty more I haven’t been able to identify. I’m planting a dozen golden passionfruit on an old vegetable enclosure once I’ve cleared the sensitive weed and other vines of the fence. I’ve got about a hundred pawpaw seeds ready to plant as well. I’m also potting up sections of Happy plant, and small elephant ear plants. I’ve got some elkhorns I can divide too. If all works out as I hope, I’ll be selling fruit and happy plants & selected elkhorns etc at the markets about June.
Saturday morning
It rained last night. About 30mm, & I don’t have to go into town. I might explore the rainforest after I mow today.
I’ve been eating more & better food since I moved out here. For example, last night I cooked a simple stir fry containing fresh onion, garlic, julienned(sp?) Sweet potato, broccoli, cauliflower, silverbeet, mushrooms, rump steak, a little American mustard, some paprika & half a jar of kantong sweet & sour mix. The night before I had a rump with blanched broccoli and silverbeet, with a dessert of organic honey yoghurt and a fresh banana (50 cents a kilo at the moment). I’ve also had fish twice this week. We get our fish free because lots of friends are fisherman or cray divers. Spoilt hey?
As I wrote in a previous post, this place feels right for now. I have had my bouts of all consuming grief here. I have wished She was here a dozen times, and I’ve talked to Her. I didn’t have the solitude to do that in town. Here, I can apear to talk to myself all day if I want, and no-one can see me.
OK, now I’ll post this šŸ™‚
I’ll devote a post to the fruit trees here sometime in the future, once I’ve done some more tidying up,and some research. šŸ™‚
Cheers and big love,
Brad

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One thought on “Busy Busy Busy

  1. You certainly are keeping yourself busy….although better you than me replacing that tractor tyre.
    Another vote here for old utility mowers…..they beat ‘catcher’ mowers hands down.

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