It may be that you have gained an impression from all this Braidwood-centric content that the raptor obsession is a new thing. You would be wrong! In fact, birds of prey have long fascinated me, and once or twice over the years have been the subject of my probing lens. Possibly the first time the …
Spring is in the process of springing: the magpies are engaging in aerial flirtations, the grey fantails are displaying, and today I snapped a new bird for my list, the tiny Spotted Pardalote, busily engaged in collecting nesting material. But with these hopeful signs, it seems the local raptors' habits are changing. This isn't based …
Irony alert! Remember Alanis Morissette, the Canuck chanteuse who sang emotively about irony? It's like raa-ainnn on your wedding day,It's a free ride when you've already paid, It's the good advice that you just didn't take,And who would have thought? It figures. Now many have pointed out that most of Alanis' examples aren't irony at …
We interrupt this flow of birdie navel-gazing to report from the island of the Gods, Bali. Don't fret -- normal service will resume shortly and once again we'll maunder on about raptors, Archie and all that jazz. But, to quote George, it's been a long cold lonely winter. And a long cool wet summer before …
It's winter now -- and following the freakishly wet summer we've just endured, we're experiencing some deep cold, such that Archie's water bowl freezes overnight and we keep the fire going all day. When it comes to local wildlife -- particularly the feathered kind -- I expected a bit of a dearth, with all the …
Here's something my mate Matthew and I used to talk about sometimes over a couple of beers at the Railway Pub in West Hampstead, London, around 1995. When we weren't talking about cricket, or girls, or books, or history (he's a historian), we talked about music. Specifically, 'pop' or rock music, to use those inadequate …
It’s a matter of some wonder – and a little concern – that this birdy couple has constructed its home so close to the path where you’d think it was vulnerable. I’m grateful, of course – that’s how you get to take photos without having to resort to scaffolding and ropes. It reminds me a …
Look, I know you come here for inspiration and the wisdom you need to negotiate life’s little ups and downs, but the fact is, I’ve been busy, OK? When I started this blog, I sincerely vowed that it wouldn’t be one of those fly-by-night, limp-as-lettuce, no-consequence attempts at online content provision. And by and large, …
Exciting news arrived recently that an old mate has published a book. It’s quite a thrill when someone you know produces writings that impress a publisher sufficiently to pay real cash to gather them into a glossy volume, and to market said volume to the masses in the conviction that it will repay their investment. …
Yesterday afternoon it was into the old German sports car for an expedition to the Bowral, NSW, childhood home of Don Bradman. It was a lovely drive: turning off our familiar King’s Highway (amusingly called the B52) instead of zooming on to Canberra, we traced our course via Lake Bathurst (where no lake could be …
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