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JANUARY 25, 2012 11:56PM

Valentine's Day Downunder.

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

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I left the canoe on top of the car,

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guarded by a goose, & went to find my Valentine.

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Goose followed me ~ wanted to know if the roses & coffee were for her. 

No, I said, They're for the One. The Special One.

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The others were kind of curious too ...

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... very curious ...

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... & then I saw her :

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My Valentine, Muddy Beak.

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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. 

 

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The Euro, subspecies of Wallaby & Kangaroo. 

 

 

 

 

                                           pic : Unique Australian Animals website.

busybreeders bandicoots

                                               

    

wombat ... & (crikey) Steve Irwin.         fruitbat           edu.glogster.com

( Steve's wearing the watch. )

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Mundara Koorang ( artist ) Eora Hunting Ground. pic. Peter Hoffman ©

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I want all my history lessons with illustrations, please. Happy Australia Day!
There you go, Helvetica :-)
& thank you.
I bet the Brits think it would have been nice if Le Comte had not been quite so picky about his crew. ;)

Happy Australia Day! Enjoy your long weekend.
Kim, I have read a few books on how they brought all the women to Australia on the ships and the settlements they created. It was very interesting.
Happy Day!!
HUGGGGGGG
Have been thinking of you and of today as I spend the day in Melbourne. Eleven ships ... heading for a distant bay ... nine months upon the sea. How enormous the world when seen like this. Thinking as well just now of those who were already there. Thinking of so many things. Thank you, Kim, for sharing Australia Day with all of us.
Who knew?

Man, that smallpox. What a beast. It must have felt like the end of the world.
ok....not going with my first comment that was slightly hostile to my own race...
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
Well happy Australia Day to you and thanks for the history lesson. Although why didn't Arthur Phillip navigate by that cool opera house in the harbor and head straight for it instead of wasting time in Botany Bay. Surely the crew could hear the singing from miles away. And I'm not ashamed to say, I had to google "didgeridoo" because I thought it was highly unlikely people could dance to a blimp. You have inspired me (and given me an excuse) to dine at Outback Steakhouse tomorrow. Didgeridoo and bloomin' onion too. Or something like that.
Midwest Muse,
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.
Have a lovely holiday, Kim, and thanks for the lesson. Thank goodness our forebears were hearty souls!
Okay this is getting to be work.
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?)
CoyoteOldStyle ~ thanks for the read.
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.
happy australier day, mate.

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.
Happy Australia Day, Kim!

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!
I thought I was the only Manly Ferry around here! Ha Ha. Happy day and thanks for the lesson. What a long journey...
Happy Australia Day, Kim. One day I hope to spend some time there. ~r
Happy Australia Day, Kim; a place that is worth spending nine months at sea to discover must be a wonderful place indeed--I do so hope to one day visit your fair land, I'm glad it won't take me nine months to get there--something about that being the length of time it takes for a baby to be born. . .
Happy Australia Day! Thank you for the nice not boring history lesson. Just curious....are your people from the freemen group or the convicts? It would be kind of fun to have convict forefathers. Imagine the after dinner stories about Old Pap.
TG is too funny. Happy Aussie Day Kim! I can picture you watching the festivities out of your window to the same headlands pictured above. Sounds a lot like our Fourth of July without the firearms. And didgeridoo music. Enjoy.
It's been many years since I read any history on your fair country Kim.
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**
Happy Aussie Day!!!!!!!
art/history...yes, it makes it stick! beautiful and compelling..the history, YOUR art, your posts and your land. Happy days...all of them, especially this. r
Happy Aussie Day! Through my work I've had the pleasure of working with many Australians; all friendly with a great love for "home". On this snowy day I'll imagine the b-b-q's and the sounds of didgeridoo through the eucalyptus smoke ... thanks for the imagery.
Laperouse and his shipmates landed on an island not terribly far away, a paradise. being french, he cast a spell on a beautiful woman there, and she cast a spell on the whole place so it became invisible. they're still there, cruising the beach and eating grilled fish and not having to listen to idiots like newt gingrich and that dope who's heading up the conservs in britain these days. nice place, eh? australia's a close second, tho'. happy aussie day, kim! (keep goading margaret. she's the only person as funny as you on this whole site, and that counts jeff but don't tell him i said so. xoxo)
I've always wanted to found out more about Australia and this helps!
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 ;)
Wishing you a happy Australia Day, as I thank for the history and the illustrations you've shared here. By all accounts your country sounds like a beautiful land.
R♥
Absolutely fascinating! Thank you for the energy you put into this dissertation. It is catching!
R and facebook linked! So cool.
G'day daisy Jane ~ yer got 'Australier' down, mate, fair dinkum,
( 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 !!!
Thanks Persistent Muse,
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.
You sure know a lot about Australia! And lots of fancy words too. Like 'vigneron'. But I know what that is.

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.
... 'course : America history. 101.
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 ...
After King Leopold ( of Belgium ) was eaten by the Congolese in 1909, his submachine guns were relocated to Tasmania, to Uncle Rupert's barn. Since Rupert's untimely death in 1910 we've turned quite the lucre smuggling them back to Brussells where they use them now, apparently, to quell all this nonsense about the Euro.

Euro : http://australian-animals.net/wallaroo.htm

Really, it's all about Australian marsupials, isn't it.
That link doesn't link. Why am I not surprised ?
Rita I'm sorry about that ~ it's part of the Unique Australian Animals website. Looks like you might have to come to Australia after all to see the cute furry animals.
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 ?
I added a picture of a little Euro ~ about $1.25.
Meant to write " find out" not " found out"

Thanks for those book tips. Looking forward to reading them.
The Euro is so cute! And you know what I want to see, don't you? ;)
La Perouse...I'd love to hear the celebrating!!
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.
Thanks Fernsy.

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.
Thanks Kim for your posts! I left my heart in Oz when I was an exchange student in '85 just off Wilson's Prom - lived in a little spot called Toora and went to school in Leongatha. My "family" are now in Rosedale - and heavens how I miss it.
Reading your bits gives me a small taste of "home". Cheers love! :)
ndrezteacher,
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 !
An interesting history lesson. Most of what I know of Australia comes from Bill Bryson. Not a bad way to get information, but there are some holes. You've helped fill them.
Yay! Updated with more pictures! I can attest to how hard those squirmy Euros are to deal with. Ever try to cram one into a vending machine? I finally gave up and had to exchange the whole bloody mess for three blind mice.

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?
Kim: Trust me. Your 'vignerons' are highly regarded and all round good blokes! They feel at home here too, though the Vegemite is in high demand. :)
jlsathre thank you.
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.
Bandicoots are cute little buggers.
Hi Phyllis :-)
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.
Damn ! I forgot to hug my wombat !
Thanks Julie ! :-)
Added a pic of a wombat ~ & a fruitbat just in case ...
My my a virtual Australian smorgasbord here, where's Hugh Jackman, Uggs, Foster's ? Speedos? a Boomerang ?
How about a bit of Waltzing Matilda when you click on the post?
Thanks for this mate.
Rita g'day.
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.
I feel well schooled in Australian. Steeped in it.
Had enough ? I could go all day you know :-)

Sorry you stepped in it ~ you need to watch where you you walk here.
I should have warned you about that.
Glad I came dressed for it.
Updated with even MORE pics! I personally feel there's nothing worse than a static blog featuring the same boring pictures every time I come back to foist another comment on it. Thank you for making the effort. And also thanks for sharing Rupert; he seems to have mastered the art of smearing fish guts quite well. Along with other things.

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
Margaret,
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 watching this piece and all your pictures grow. Of absolutely no importance but ... only Vegemite? No Marmite? No soldiers with a soft boiled egg ... or cheese on toast ... or ...

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 ...
anna1liese,
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.
We slather on Marmite for mosquito prevention....
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*
You have to feel sorry for the English.
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.
Frog in a Hole :
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.)
mealsmatter.com
a narrow wineglass? a jelly jar, a coffee cup. frog in the hole? ha! brought back so old memories, I forget what we called it though, but made the same, I guess the world over. Katy's favorite.
*some* old memories..
Yes, please. Lovely ... and yes ... fry the hole separately. Ooohhh ... can taste it now. Rita, my mom ... really sorry about this ... on an Australia Day piece ... but she called it ... Davy Crockett and put the hat ... back on top ... world over ... a bit of this and a bit of that ...

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 ...
Ahem....there is not one English person anyone needs to feel sorry for who has ever followed me around...just sayin'....but you can feel sorry for the mosquitoes, I guess...
More, more! And oh this line: "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. "
'... so old memories' works too, Rita ;-)

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.'
just remembered, we called in egg in a basket..
*it ( I know I will hear it about these little gaffes)
'egg in a basket,' 'frog/toad in a hole,' 'cackleberry circus,' all the same ;-) Eat. I hope you are eating.
( The trick, I've found, is not to consume the entire bottle of brandy before commenting.)
wish I had some brandy, do hot toddies really work ?
What no typo ?
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 ?
Austen Tayshus. Even the name. He was hilarious! "Do you wanna game of euchre, Lyptus?" "Great, Barry - a reefer." "A pair of queens land in." Hard to believe that's from '83. Even the things I didn't get were funny. Yes the Flying Fox is spectacular. I didn't know some people ate them; they're threatened with extinction. Apparently we have Malaysian Flying Foxes at the zoo here, largest in the world, 4' wingspan. Will have to pay them a visit w/the kids when it's a little warmer.
Survival of the fittest?

Survival of the FINEST!
Margaret there are parts of Asia people eat flying foxes, but not here. Here, much to the consternation of orchardists, they're a protected native species. Sydney has about 150000 at present, down from 'millions' early last century due to urbanisation.
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 :-)
"I'm sure you didn't let them down, Just Thinking."
Really?
I am quite certain I do not resemble the inference here....
Funny day this ... missing home ... wherever that ... really is.
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 ...
All I meant I'm sure, Just Thinking, was that your average Brit is perfectly happy to 'tag along,' preferably to the closest pub. Not unlike your average Aussie, now I think about it.

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 ;-)
Thanks for the History lesson. Lets throw some shrimp on the Barb now can we?
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Sorry that was BarBe? Just how do you spell that?
Algis ~
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 :-)
Hayman Island.
Why are you up at 4 am ?
Four is now the new three, didn't you know?
3.50 am on the dot in Australia. Waves going crazy. Taking the canoe to see some ducks in about four hours. Valentine's, you know ~ thought I'd take some bread, red roses & a small thermos of coffee.
sounds cozy, lucky girl.
What girl ~ these are serious ducks :-)
Will post photos.
oh, they like roses?
Ducks like anything red, that's why they use them against the toreadors in Spain. Didn't you watch that Almodovar clip at Truckstop ~ the one with the gigantic black duck ?
I swear sometimes I don't know why I go to so much trouble ...
I know. I am hopeless.
No you're not. Just forgetful, a bit.

ps. Changed the title & added some ducks ~ pics from this morning :-)
How not to fall in love ... here ... with all of this ...
lovely ... valentine ...
may your day ... be filled with lovely smiles ... as well ...
Thanks, anna1liese, & you too.
Happy Valentine's Day to you and your lucky duck!
Hi midwest Muse & thanks ~ you too, for tomorrow !
toot sweet!

This is great...some love,some information, lots of pretty pix and Vegemite!

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Hi Monkey ~ 2 blogs in one ! Good to see you.
very cute, the ducks I mean. Muddy Beak is beautiful and I bet she adores you for the roses.
Love the sunrise photo.
Quack back.
Happy Valentine's Day to you...yesterday, I guess.
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.
Rita,
Quack quack.

Just Thinking,
I would, even for a single heron I would. & sunset's are more beautiful, seen from a canoe, too.
To wake up in the morning and look out ... on such a sky and such a sea ... and then to venture out ... with one’s own canoe ... to such an exquisitely beautiful lake ... exquisitely beautiful rainy lake ... to be greeted, watched, and followed by so many inquisitive friends ... and as leaving ... to look back ... on all you see ...

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 ...
Your valentine sweetie "Muddy Beak" has a very seductive smile.
You should see her shake those tailfeathers.
Muddy Beak is adorable. Happy Valentine's Day a little late. I was all about teaching my son about how to be romantic so he could woo his girlie properly. Took some work and some running from pillar to fencepost to find just the right roses etc. Whew! I think he gets it now, thank God!
Well done, Linnnn !
& thank you.
Sorry I missed this on Valentines Day. The sunrise photo is spectacular and love that you arrived somewhere with roses in the rain! What a romantic! Your geese are amazing and such little photogenic show-offs. Your last pic with the sign is priceless. Hope your rainy day was full of warm moments.
Thanks Cathy, you too.
It's amazing how many overseas visitors are tempted to pet those things !
Well this IS confusing! I was going to ask you if maybe you hadn't jumped the gun a bit based on the date of this post - then I noticed it's the same post, just doing double duty. How clever! Kind of like Amish starter bread. Muddy Beak is gorgeous but don't you think she would have appreciated a loaf of white bread more than roses? Cheaper too.
Margaret,
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.
You can just sit with a child and look at the ducks..I don't remember ever feeding ducks, swans, herons or anything else.( I have already been scolded for my hummingbird feeder)
Rita, I agree. Sitting & just looking at ducks is plenty, is right up there with the quietest of life's best joys.
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 !
:-)
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


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.