
It was sunny when I woke, but pouring by the time I got to the lake, with red roses & thermos.

I left the canoe on top of the car,
guarded by a goose, & went to find my Valentine.
Goose followed me ~ wanted to know if the roses & coffee were for her.
No, I said, They're for the One. The Special One.

The others were kind of curious too ...

... very curious ...

... & then I saw her :

My Valentine, Muddy Beak.

Happy day, lovely people. Quack from the other side of the pond.
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In May 1787, eleven ships left England for a bay on the other side of the world. Between them they carried 348 freemen, 696 convicts, and supplies.
Their first port of call was Santa Cruz in Tenerife, then across the Atlantic to Rio. From there they sailed under the Westerlies back across the Atlantic to Cape Town where they took on board 2 bulls, 7 cows, 4 horses, 44 sheep, 32 pigs, 4 goats & a multitude of poultry, before heading East into the wilds of the Indian and Great Southern Oceans.

Remarkably, the ships arrived at their destination ~ Botany Bay, claimed and named seventeen years earlier by Captain James Cook ~ within two days of each other. They had been at sea for nine months. The bay turned out to be shallow, windswept, and the land around it of such poor quality, that they quickly began small forays further along the coast. About 5 miles up they entered a deep, sheltered harbour with flats of promising soil, and freshwater streams. On January 26 1788, presided over by Captain Arthur Phillip, the Union Jack was raised ~ this was to be Sydney, Australia's first European settlement.
Another expedition had been at sea the year before, a French party of two frigates, the Astrolabe and the Boussole, under the command of comte Laperouse. Its mission was partly scientific, partly trade, and partly to scout sites for future colonies. From France in 1785, the two ships had sailed to present-day Chile, Hawaii ( Laperouse was the first European to set foot on Hawaii ), Alaska, California, Macau, the Philippines, Japan, Russia, Samoa and Australia.
Astrolabe and Boussole anchored off Botany Bay on the 24th, days after Phillip's fleet had assembled. News was exchanged ; Laperouse gave the English some journals, specimens and messages to be returned to Europe, then set sail North. Neither he nor his ships were ever seen again.
( A footnote to that : a few years earlier, during the selection of his crew, Laperouse turned down a 16 year-old Corsican soldier, eager to join the French Navy. His name was Napoleon Bonaparte ... )
Back in Sydney Harbour, clearing of the land had begun, relations between the Europeans and the indigenous Eora deteriorated, smallpox was unleashed and the rest, as they say, is history.
It's a Public Holiday here today, and it's Thursday, so probably no-one will go back to work tomorrow. The sea is full of people of just about every nationalty and the air is full of the pungent smoke from a thousand barbeques. About six miles down the coast from where I sit writing, a corroboree is underway ~ ochre-painted dark-skinned people dancing to clap-sticks and a didgeridoo through the eucalyptus smoke on a point called La Perouse.


The Euro, subspecies of Wallaby & Kangaroo.
pic : Unique Australian Animals website.
bandicoots


wombat ... & (crikey) Steve Irwin. fruitbat edu.glogster.com
( Steve's wearing the watch. )
cricketbat
Mundara Koorang ( artist ) Eora Hunting Ground. pic. Peter Hoffman ©

One of the more redundant signs around here.


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& thank you.
Happy Australia Day! Enjoy your long weekend.
Happy Day!!
HUGGGGGGG
Man, that smallpox. What a beast. It must have felt like the end of the world.
I wish I were somewhere warm right now. Where summer ruled and there was never any snow, but nothing was all shrived and yellow/brown either. Perpetual Illinois summer- where can I find that?
Happy Holiday to you! May your barby be tasty
Can you imagine the course of history, had Napoleon been on board the Astrolabe or Boussole ? Nor can I.
Extraordinary events turn ...
Hugs, Linda.
They were an amazing cargo, those women. If you haven't read them already, I'd love to suggest Robert Hughes' Fatal Shore & Bryce Courtenay's The Potato Factory.
The first is history, the second an 'historical novel,' both great reads !
& I you, anna1liese.
I think the turning point, the test of mettle, must have been setting sails East from the Cape of Good Hope & facing that vast stretch ahead.
The Roaring Forties, the black waves & the horses, the cattle, the goats ! ... Three months of it, before landfall.
Bard,
Sydney isn't the end of the world, but you can see it from here ;-)
Hi Julie,
Yes, & we bite our tongues.
I don't know where your nirvana will be, but these sub-tropic places are nice. & mostly we speak English. We're just a very long way away.
Not always a bad thing either ...
WTFeike,
Can't you just see the look on Captain Phillip's dial when he sailed into Sydney Harbour, having to dodge the Manly Ferry after 9 months at sea to find Jörn Utzon putting the finishing touches to the Opera House & Pavarotti & Lady Ga Ga just hanging out to get down with some Eora & didgeridoo ?
I bet it put him right off his cornflakes, that morning.
I still haven't googled 'Eora', 'clap stick' or 'corroboree'.
Now you've thrown Jorn Utzon at me. And I don't know how to make a sideways colon over an 'o' either.
But I never let a little thing like ignorance get in my way, as you've surely noticed. Let's see how many I get right.
Corroboree - one who corroborates.
Eora - the donkey in Winnie the Pooh.
Clap stick - bang two together and they ward off VD.
Jorn Utzon - one of the male members of ABBA.
Manly Ferry - now that's an oxymoron if ever there was one!
Oh and Napoleon Bonaparte? I hate to point out a mistake in another's blog, but it's Napoleon "Dynamite", not "Bonaparte." Where on earth did you come up with that???!!! WTF! Make that...WTFeike.
I hope I didn't put you off your cornflakes. (Do Australians sit on cornflakes instead of eating them?)
When I hear about kids with satnavs sailing alone around the world, I still go, Wow.
When I think about those people in the 18th century crammed below deck for months in those conditions, on those seas, I go, get out of town ...
Hearty souls indeed, & lest any of us forget.
WTFeike,
Corroboree ~ so close. All you need is a fire & to get naked.
Eora ~ well, everyone knows Eora. No prizes there.
Clap stick ~ I can't believe you knew that ! ... no, wait.
Jörn Utzon ~ just click on Edit top left, & special characters, choose accented Latin & double click the one you want. But not ABBA, no.
Manly Ferry ~ Got me there !! ;-)
Yeh, thanks for pointing that out about Napoleon ...
I don't know what I was thinking.
We Australians don't eat much that we haven't sat on first ~ it's a feng shui thing.
you do pick the best pics. well, i cant say best on a website like this - what with brassawe's awesome pics, and bbd's and i dont know who all's. but you sure have great ones, kim.
thanks.
I hope it was a good one down there in Sydney. Up here the rain held off a bit but it wasn't the best. I drove down to Ballina and spent the afternoon with one of my sons, his partner, and her mum, at The Point restaurant ... right on the river. Lovely there but today the water very, very brown. A bit of minor flooding here and there.
Anyway, I hope it was a good day there, Kim.
Oh, and I AM going to work tomorrow!
But I did just read an article on the Australian PM getting rescued in Canberra by security guards.
Happy day to you and all the mates down on the south side of this tiny blue sphere we all share...
**waving hello**
Must be some great books about how those Convicts started out. All I really know is that I've met a few Australians in my travels and they were a friendly and strapping bunch. Happy Australia day and I won't make any shrimp on barbie or mate references as those are tired ;)
R♥
R and facebook linked! So cool.
( though an alarming number of people here are saying 'straya.'
& thanks :-)
Hi Kate,
I heard about your rain, & roads cut ... glad you could get out & have some fun. & good on you for going back to work today !
( It was a lovely day here, Kate ~ thanks.)
Thanks tg ;-)
Hi Joan,
Thank you. If you do make it over, know you have a ready-made host !
John,
Interesting that, about the 9 months. I hadn't thought of it like that before ...
15 hours, now, from LA. Time enough to read a book, watch a movie & have a snooze.
Thanks for reading, John. Pick you up at the airport ;-)
Thanks greenheron.
As far as I know, my people were free settlers from Essex & Bedfordshire in the 1850s, long after 'Transportation' ( term used for convicts ) had ceased.
I don't know anyone with a convict past, but considering you could be transported ~ often a life sentence ~ for stealing a loaf of bread, & considering the conditions in England in the 18th-early 19th centuries, I'd be very excited if one turned up in mine.
Rita,
In the last picture, the bay in the centre distance is Manly Cove. Over the hill to the right & facing out to sea is where I am.
Happily, each of the headlands visible are still in their pristine state.
It's a lovely way to enter Sydney.
The city centre is a mile or so along the harbour to the left.
The little beach in the foreground is Watson's Bay, still only a scattering of cottages & a really nice pub.
Mission ( waves hello back ),
There was a kerfuffle down in Canberra when some indigenous Land Rights people ( sigh ~ after 224 years, Land Rights is still an issue ...) scared the PM's security guards. No big deal, no charges, just another Rupert Murdoch photo op.
Thanks blufeather !!!
If it wasn't for Helvetica I wouldn't have put those pictures in, but you're both right : A picture makes it stick. & thanks.
My pleasure, Scarlett.
I hope our vignerons are making themselves useful there.
Australia is proud of this export, from the Hunter to Barossa & the Swan Valley in WA.
We in turn benefited hugely from the good folk of Germany, France, Italy who chose to settle here.
Matt !! You weren't watching ??
Federer & Rafa Nadal had to take time off last night in the middle of a 4 set match until the fireworks settled down !
That was about 10 pm, I think.
Bloody annoying.
Hi Candace,
I knew Laperouse visited Monterey before he went West to Macau, but I hadn't heard that legend. I like it. He fought with America against the Brits in Newfoundland & in Hudson Bay ~ amazing how people who invent terms like 'freedom fries' forget these things ...
One of the truly extraordinary things about his story is the fact that in the whole of the South Pacific, he found the only other European fleet, on barely charted shores, within days of that fleet landing & about to leave, already ... & neither knew the other was out there ...
I find that more astonishing than the Napoleon detail even.
Fernsy,
Thanks for coming by. In addition to Bryce Courteney's Potato Factory mentioned earlier, I'd recommend Kate Grenville's Secret River. Both won awards, both should be in your local library ...
It's an inspiring history the Colonial women wrote down here ~ strong people with a 1 : 5 advantage.
& Irish, largely.
Fusun,
Australia's ties with Turkey were cemented ironically, by the catastrophic battle at Gallipoli in 1915.
Ataturk's forgiveness, his embrace of his foes, placed him high in Anzac esteem. There were never enough leaders like that one.
That Australia enjoys a large Turkish influence is testament to one the few benefits of war. We are friends. Thank you.
Thanks, ASH,
I'm glad you enjoyed. & thanks for sharing.
It's a Belgian submachine gun. Why is Australia exporting Belgian machine guns? No wonder you don't get along with those people; they sound like a paranoid, violence-crazed bunch, probably because they're so worried about someone stealing all their diamonds. I guess you guys had to take their guns away from them before things got too crazy.
Now, do you think you could write something about the United States next. Because I know almost nothing about it. In fact, after reading your post I know more about Australia's history than America's.
You was invented by Walt Disney an' a mouse in 1947.
After that come Mickey Rooney an' Mickey Spillane an' Mickey Mantle, Mickey Dolenz, Mickey Rourke ... Mickey Douglas ... ( you seein' a pattern here ? )
Made a lot o' fillums, I knowed that ...
Euro : http://australian-animals.net/wallaroo.htm
Really, it's all about Australian marsupials, isn't it.
The Euro is a sort of cross between a kangaroo ( tallish, fairly wiry ) & a wallaby ( stocky little guys, about half as tall as us ).
I don't know why the EEC chose them as currency ~ I can't imagine anything more inconvenient to carry around in an airport. When they get loose they go berserk , jump fences & are really hard to catch. Look what's happened to Greece, Spain, Italy.
We told them, but would they listen ?
Thanks for those book tips. Looking forward to reading them.
Although the corroboree 's likely over now...
Thanks for the history lesson.
When the land began to be cleared seems to be the moment when relations between the indigenous and the settlers always deteriorated...what a horrible sight for those first-- jagged stumps, earth wounds everywhere, strangers who value the opposite of one's own people...
Oh, to see the Sydney Opera House though, inside and out.
After the Coromandel Peninsula. : )
I know, I jumped country for a moment.
Euro? New animal term to me.
Eora. New tribe term to me. Are they still around or did they get wiped out? We only hear about the 'indigenous' of Australia, no more precise introduction ever offered.
Related to Maori? Or just as separate as you all and those Kiwis say you are. (Ahem. One of my goddaughters is part Maori.)
Margaret, you are just hilarious.
There you go, Midwest Muse :-)
Just Thinking,
There were 350+ 'tribal' groups in Australia ( & 250+ recorded languages & dialects ), 25+ in the Greater Sydney area, the Eora.
The river valleys & harbour reaches were a natural divide between groups, from a few miles across near the coast to fifty or more across further inland.
One of Phillip's interpreter/guides, Bennelong, from the point where the Opera House is now, couldn't understand the language spoken by people only 30 miles away.
These were people who had lived in the same area for more than 20000 years.
It's not known if there are any descendants of Eora, here anyway.
Records show that 'most' had died by the mid-1790s.
Sydney's current aboriginal population settled here from other parts, but they still refer to themselves as Eora.
Eora means 'from this place.'
Confusing, I know.
Reading your bits gives me a small taste of "home". Cheers love! :)
That's a lovely part of the world down there ~ as far South as you can go on the mainland, & green like England.
I'm glad you had a happy time here, & thanks for visiting !
And thanks for the history lesson on my adopted land (I was born and raised in Cleveland). But I seem to remember two important Mickeys you left out. "Mickey Finn" Reagan and his namesake, "Mickey Finn" Bush, two great men who somehow managed to incapacitate an entire country. Their legacies live on.
...having a moment of reverential silence...
Do you really think those guys in the painting looked that spiffy after nine months on a boat with a bunch of animals and no running water?
I like Bill Bryson ~ his Downunder did more for tourism to Australia than the entire Government department.
He's funny & he inspires curiosity. Similarly Douglas Adams' Last Chance To See.
Margaret, I'd forgotten about the Mickey Finns. We have them here too, so they're not strictly speaking an American phenomena. In fact we exported our worst offender to the US with instructions to 'knock out as many of them as you can.'
That was 'Mickey Finn' Murdoch, & we think he's doing a fine job.
Regarding the spiffiness of the people in the painting ~ they saved that gear for when they arrived, I'm sure. They might have smelled like rancid squid, but appearances matter more, I've noticed, with Brits.
The first recorded aboriginal utterance was 'woomba,' later found to mean, 'What in all that's Holy is that incredible stench?' or 'For God's sake somebody open a window !'
This from a people who routinely smeared themselves with fish-guts, to ward off mosquitoes.
Good to hear Scarlett. My friend in Chicago regularly drinks Yellowtail, but I'm sure he could do better.
& I'll add Vegemite to the pics ~ thanks :-)
A pleasure, MM.
Those are baby bandicoots ~ they grow nearly to the size of a rabbit, only come out at night, & snuffle in the ground for their food.
Fairly common in Sydney backyards, another good reason to keep cats inside after dark.
Thanks Julie ! :-)
Added a pic of a wombat ~ & a fruitbat just in case ...
How about a bit of Waltzing Matilda when you click on the post?
Thanks for this mate.
Sadly Uggs, Fosters, Speedos, even Vegemite, are no longer Australian-owned brands.
Hugh might still be dinky-di* but as you know, Tom Waits staked a serious claim to Matilda.
*dinki-di, abbrev. of fair dinkum = true, truly, authentic.
Sorry you stepped in it ~ you need to watch where you you walk here.
I should have warned you about that.
That little tyke Steve is holding is cuter than some of my baby pictures. And that bat... are you sure he's not one of the Cullens from Twilight? The Eora hunting ground picture almost jumps off the screen; beautiful! Are there plans to add music, since this seems to be a culturally leaning post? How 'bout I make a suggestion since I like this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_D-LmRNdQiQ
I once put up 'Tie Me Kangaroo Down' on another post to gauge reactions ... let's just say it wasn't a resounding success ...
I can't help thinking it was 'Keep me cockatoo cool, Curl' ...
See what you can make of this :
http://youtu.be/fcsLnFELx0Q
It was a bit of a hit here awhile ago, in the Big Hair days. Probably makes no sense given all the place names ( '... he's tryin' to crack on to Woomba ... ( Toowoombah, city in Queensland, etc. ) but it's nevertheless a glimpse of an actual Australian urban backyard barbie. Dinky di. Ridgy-didge. Crikey. Strewth, Ruth. An' that.
ps. that bat is the one we were talking about some time ago ( or I was, anyway ) at nanatehay's. It isn't even a bat. Also called Flying Fox, it's a primate.
The only primate that can fly. Don't you think that's amazing ?
I love the tiny bandicoots ... have you ever held one ... just like this ... how lucky is lucky ... and the painting ... no wonder it is so hard to leave ... when so many gifts are here ...
Ann's across-the-road was the only household I knew of that had Marmite instead of Vegemite ( she was born in England :-)
O yes there were soldiers ~ thin slices of toast ~ to dunk in our eggs, & grilled cheese, even 'dripping', on toast, frog-in-a-hole, mutton ( save me ! ) & scones on Saturday.
Ann wrapped pieces of cheese in crispy lettuce & called them 'snails.'
I've never held a bandicoot, no. Watched them often from the studio window in the evening, nosing about. Cute, like Phyllis says. Seriously cute.
Mosquitoes hate it, I discovered by accident.
What? ...there was no chocolate syrup around.
Something had to be slathered.
Single British men follow one around, but that can be fun.
What??
Oh, sorry.
Crass mood.
*backs away to stack sentences elsewhere*
A little Marmite behind the ear & they'll follow you anywhere.
At least it's not fish-guts anymore.
Those weren't among Britain's proudest days.
toast a piece of bread. cut a hole in the center. in a small frying pan fry butter put bread in pan. Crack egg into the hole. cook until white is done. Salt and pepper to taste.
( I use a narrow wineglass to cut the hole, fry hole separately.)
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Why am I thinking of toad in the hole ... a bit different, maybe ... sausage and Yorkshire pudding batter and ... I never made it but possibly my mother-in-law did. She definitely had drippings in a dripping jar ... which never went inside a fridge ... always stayed on top of the cooker ... waiting ... for the next need. Getting to be time for scones and tea.
Still thinking about the little bandicoots ... feeling them in my hand ... listening to them nosing about. And Ann was born in England ... loving this ... even more ...
anna1liese : I love the Davy Crockett touch.
That Ann was born in England informed my childhood more than just about anything else.
I'm sure you didn't let them down, Just Thinking.
Hi scupper.
I'm glad you picked that up ~ & if the Astrolabe had appeared a week earlier, it's possible I'd be writing this in French, & that might read '... on a point called Ellaroo.'
( The trick, I've found, is not to consume the entire bottle of brandy before commenting.)
I seem to remember hot toddies going down a treat last winter at the Truckstop ... bit of a blur, all that ... did all that really happen, do you think, or did we imagine it ?
Survival of the FINEST!
Still, 150000 make a spectacular sight in the evening as they head to town for the fig trees around the Harbour.
Mary, if not the finest, among the silliest :-)
Really?
I am quite certain I do not resemble the inference here....
Cricket bat ... a sport that takes all the time it will ...
and acknowledges time for tea ...
“That Ann was born in England informed my childhood more than just about anything else.”
Have felt smiles all round ... since I saw these words ...
I imagine she made everyone feel ... that they were perfectly ... at home ...
Not quite right ... somehow she ... and you ... help me not only imagine ...
she ... and you ... help me ... know ...
home ... not missing so much now ...
Lovely that you feel the sense of home here, anna1liese.
Backyard cricket, persimmons & plums, silkworms & a mulberry tree, a flute, Sunday afternoon light & the smell of a dinner from the kitchen ~ it wasn't hard to feel at home ... I hope she was as happy as her tribe of barefoot brownskinned native boys ;-)
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You're too crazy for this post :-) Thank you ~ I think you can say barbie, barby, bar-b-q or barbecue. Weber, even. Whatever's hot & smokes a lot. It needs to be surrounded by beefy blokes with tongs listening to cricket on a transistor radio staring at meat & nudging each other playfully while women sit around a table across the yard fiddling with salad.
At least that's how we do it.
& we call them prawns. It takes a bit of getting used to.
Me I'd rather be in a small boat off the coast of Turkey :-)
Why are you up at 4 am ?
Will post photos.
I swear sometimes I don't know why I go to so much trouble ...
ps. Changed the title & added some ducks ~ pics from this morning :-)
lovely ... valentine ...
may your day ... be filled with lovely smiles ... as well ...
This is great...some love,some information, lots of pretty pix and Vegemite!
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Love the sunrise photo.
Quack back.
I am so yearning for a canoe ride myself! Shall I dare? With the high today at 42 degrees F.?
No beloved duck waiting for me, but...maybe a single heron will notice me paddling around...
Hope you had a jolly day.
Quack quack.
Just Thinking,
I would, even for a single heron I would. & sunset's are more beautiful, seen from a canoe, too.
to bring it here ... is to give a gift ... a forever gift ... where ... as we read more recent words ... dreams begin to form ... a single heron ... and a sunset ... seen as only can be seen ... from a smoothly gliding canoe ...
beauty and smiles and gentleness ... lovely giving ... here ...
& thank you.
It's amazing how many overseas visitors are tempted to pet those things !
Muddy Beak & her friends think they'd like white bread but the Park Ranger assured me they'd rather eat slimy green weed & tadpoles.
He said feeding bread to wild birds encourages interaction with people & we wouldn't want that, he said, with a mad glint in his eye.
All the little kiddies here on a week-end with their saved-up left-over lunch-scraps ... Oh, no ! I said. Heaven forbid a bird should be fed by a child ! Avian Flu !
His point, he said, was that the birds might become used to all things human, including fishing lures ~ at which point a screaming child who'd stepped on a discarded hook was hurried by, on her way to hospital ...
So ... maybe STOP FISHING ???
I mean der, how are you going to stop a kid feeding a bird ?
There are miles of fishing spots all around, without wild birds, but these bozos cast their lines into a flock of ducks.
One of the black swans above was hospitalised because it swallowed a hook. I am completely over human intelligence.
The way they tuck their heads beneath their wings, with one eye open.
The way they quack, for no apparent reason ~ maybe the sheer joy of being a duck.
I love the effortless glide ( little feet paddling furiously below ) &
the way they turn bottom-up to investigate things.
I have a book of poetry by an Australian, Michael Dransfield, called The Inspector of Tides. On the cover is a black & white photo of a duck, among reeds.
I had gone for a walk
dressed in clouds
& with the wind
& with some friends ...
But best of all I love the way they come out of the sky
all aerolons feathered & feet outstretched, skiing to a quiet bobbing stop
as if it wasn't miraculous,
& who can blame the bubbly child rushing forward with a crust
saying, Do it again ! Do it again !
:-)
dressed in clouds
& with the wind
& with some friends ...
But best of all I love the way they come out of the sky
all aerolons feathered & feet outstretched, skiing to a quiet bobbing stop
I like this very much. The verses quoted and your own.
Most surely for the use of the word aerolons, and what it conjured after I googled it.
Dressed in clouds, like the dreams of flying.