It was one of those mornings when I looked out the window when I got out of bed and it looked clear. No Wind.
Bonus. Didn’t take long to work out what to do. Check again, just in case. Yep, no sun up yet. Crisp twinkling stars set against a perfect black velvet setting. Good to be alive.
Mind, most of the apprehension of the morning was based on dire predictions of Noahic proportion winds and rain from the weather prognosticators on the telly the previous evening. But most times they leave me amazed at the amount of descriptive words that can be used to create fear and despair among the masses, when it comes to describing the following day’s weather.
So we went.
Sun rose on a beautiful blue sky and all looked well. By the time we’d arrived at the You Yangs, the rangers too had hung out the “Dire Weather Event” warning sign. It looked good in the sunshine. 🙂 Warnings to stay away from trees, be careful on the road and the other things that now seem part of the nanna society.
However by the time we got to Philomena’s place, the weather had indeed taken, as they say, a turn for the worse. And the wind raced across the barren carpark. We must have arrived just on the turn of the weather.
Quickly checking the usual (now windy) places, we failed to find the lady at all. In fact failed to find any birds. Not surprising really. “How about in the lee of Big Rock”, she said. Sounds good I replied, hoping above the wind EE could actually hear me.
And on cue, out popped the lady herself. “Good morning, Philomena, bit windy isn’t it.” She however had food to gather and was gone. So we waited and sure enough she was back. Her Scarlet Robin friend was nowhere to be seen. But to compensate a pair of Scarlets came up the open area, probably also looking for a respite from the wind.
Then a flock of Thornbills mostly Yellow-rumped, and just as it was getting ready to leave a, a brown and yellow flash skipped and jumped along the down logs and twigs. Speckled Warbler. How cool.
And to top it off, just before we moved on, Philomena came along the edge of the scrub. Popped onto a small log near me, and sat. So close I had to move backward to get focus.