A Five Kangaroo Day

For some time I have only used the car for carrying groceries home from town.  It is less than a kilometre round trip and I really should walk, but since I do the shopping infrequently, and because I am such an impulsive shopper when I do, there is usually too much for me to bring home at once if I were walking.  So it is hardly surprising that on Thursday, I had to give her a jump-start before I could go anywhere.  I took her for a 60K run around the back roads before going to the supermarket.  I had not intended to go that far, but it is easy to lose one’s bearings and I had not taken Lara.

This morning I decided I needed some exercise, and I thought I should take the Toyota out  again for a bit more charging.  On the road to Marribank, is the Birdwood nature reserve.  I was not expecting to see much at this time of year – certainly not any reptiles – but it had looked like a good spot for a walk.  Get this creaking knee swinging again.

Observation score:  Five kangaroos, one grey heron, a kookaburra, lots of 28s of course, .

I was pretty pleased to meet ‘roos in the middle of the day.  Though there are plenty about the region, one doesn’t usually come across them, unless one is driving a road train at high speed in the dawn or dusk. In such case they are often still to be seen on the roadside later on.   They are shy, and I was slow with the camera.  No good photos.  Same for the heron, which appeared while I was wading with a fishing net in my hand, far from the car.

I had taken along a net and a portable tank for the purpose of getting some more freshwater shrimps from the stream near Marribank.  I struck lucky and pulled some fish as well as a dozen more shrimps.  I caught a pair of native galaxiids and five native minnows for the aquarium.  That was fun.  It took me back fifty-four years to the days we chased cockabullies when I was a lad playing in the stream in Ohariu Valley.

My knee benefited too.  Maybe the pills and nostrums helped, but I am mobile again.  Should be good for the bike tomorrow.

I took a couple of random turns on the way home and was surprised to find myself emerging 10 kilometres out of Woodanilling on the road between Woody and the Albany Highway.

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About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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