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.