Mar 2019, somewhere in South Eastern NSW Just before Eden a lyrebird scoots across the highway in front of us. A whoosh of brown with his magnificent long tail trailing behind. That’s four that we’ve now seen in our caravanning travels and all too fast to be photographed. Elusive, is the best description for those little buggers. But even more curious is the fact that they can mimic many other sounds so if you hear a chainsaw in the bush it just might be a cheeky lyrebird exercising his vocal cords.   Continue reading Lyrebirds

Two Worlds

This morning I read a quote from Margy on ‘Fueled by Chocolate‘ which reminded me that yesterday I found a Huntsman spider (about the size of my palm) sitting on our caravan tidy bin. I quickly raced him outside and left him to scamper across the Whorouly grass. “I wish you’d kill those things!” said a wary Woody. “Under our floor, spider families. Two worlds an inch apart.” – Mike Garofalo On reading that quote this morning I suddenly remembered the spider that Woody tried to kill in Lake Bolac last November and whose body I had never found. The … Continue reading Two Worlds