The shed at the bottom of the hill looks like a rustic alternative to house painting and faux bush domesticity. A messy and exhausting business – step aerobics with bird poo stains – it would be good to just clear a bit of room and camp in the shed.
But it seems the shed is already taken. The Greta Garbo of the marsupial (sorry monotreme) world – Mr Echidna – has taken up residence. He’s a big lad – the third we’ve seen over the week – or maybe the same one. Checking the boundary fence one day, the windmill the next.
If he was an Australian Mrs Tiggywinkle he would despair at the state of things. The unstrained fences and bad water management. The abuse of the shed (his home!) as a transit station to the tip.
The trip down to the shed is an easy one, but on the way back it’s nice to criss-cross the paddock and spot interesting things about. The Kelpie is happy about this long walk plan
The ground cover rustles and crackles with the dry. Wattle and Eucalypt seed pods carpet the aprons under the trees. The deer have made tracks and put down stone markers to guide their way -otherwise I can’t explain them.
There are wildflowers – showy violets I think from the wildflower chart – a small shot of pink nestled in the yellow and brown leaf litter and kangaroo poo.
And a pile of ants not phased by the heat.
And then there are the trees. Some grown, some new. Mr Echidna’s view in the morning