9th of March 2007
Insects and beasties
Insects and beasties
here is the resident preying mantis about 100mm long.
There are of course mozzies. The wee beggars get everywhere and seem to bite me lots no matter what I put on – fresh blood I suppose. Luckily they are not malarial here so no need to take anything but I itch like blazes and come up in huge lumps. The worst of it is I don’t hear them coming. At least European mozzies have the decency to make a lot of noise before they suck you dry.
Yesterday we saw a praying mantis that looked like a dry leaf. It was amazing. You could pick out its legs and the praying posture but if you hadn’t looked closely you would really have thought it was a leaf and brushed it away.
George is into bird watching now so we spent last Sunday at the dam nearby which has a number of different species. But the garden has some delightful ones sitting in the trees. There is one about the size of a humming bird, just the most beautiful azure belly. Gorgeous to watch. We have a bird table in the garden and so I watch them come down. It is strange to be content to just watch them but it is fascinating seeing the different varieties. I spend time here doing nothing much but watching. I can’t believe it really but I do think I am not really taking part in life– I suppose it is cos I don’t have a connection to anything here. The house is on loan, the furniture is not something I will ever take home, and I am just borrowing this time from somewhere. It is a strange feeling. In fact I think I feel a little bit like a teenager without any of the angst – no responsibilities accept to myself. I intend to savour every moment of it.
Yesterday we saw a praying mantis that looked like a dry leaf. It was amazing. You could pick out its legs and the praying posture but if you hadn’t looked closely you would really have thought it was a leaf and brushed it away.
George is into bird watching now so we spent last Sunday at the dam nearby which has a number of different species. But the garden has some delightful ones sitting in the trees. There is one about the size of a humming bird, just the most beautiful azure belly. Gorgeous to watch. We have a bird table in the garden and so I watch them come down. It is strange to be content to just watch them but it is fascinating seeing the different varieties. I spend time here doing nothing much but watching. I can’t believe it really but I do think I am not really taking part in life– I suppose it is cos I don’t have a connection to anything here. The house is on loan, the furniture is not something I will ever take home, and I am just borrowing this time from somewhere. It is a strange feeling. In fact I think I feel a little bit like a teenager without any of the angst – no responsibilities accept to myself. I intend to savour every moment of it.

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