What's up with this year's spring? None of the expected birds or butterflies are doing what's expected of them -- I'm driven to ponder some comforting thoughts that stray dangerously close to cliché.

What's up with this year's spring? None of the expected birds or butterflies are doing what's expected of them -- I'm driven to ponder some comforting thoughts that stray dangerously close to cliché.
So, as is traditional at this time of year, we went on holiday. Put briefly, the idea was to make our way to the UK to reunite with friends and family not seen since before the pandemic. For a variety of reasons we need not concern ourselves with now, we decided to go in short, …
Our recent meditation on the beauty of kestrels kicked off another down-the-rabbithole thought process -- this time into birds that mate for life . . . and those that don't. What does this have to do with the price of eggs? Not a lot, I'm afraid -- other than maybe distracting you from its rapid …
Well, yesterday was the last day of spring, not that you'd know it from the chill and damp days behind us. It's been less the force that through the green fuse drives the flower, and more the muted chesty cough of a secret TB sufferer. Thank you climate change, and thank you La Niña. Three …
All this reminiscing about weird ways to make a living has your author recalling a sure-fire narrative to spin during job interviews. It's a secret so powerful, using it will guarantee you a fast track to the C-suite in the global planet-destroying multinational corporation of your choice -- so use it wisely. And this is …
We interrupt this unstarted sequence of my oddball jobs to tell you about something a little closer to home. While the odd jobs may turn out to be an interesting bunch of stories which will be fun to resurrect, it has very little to do with embracing life in Braidwood, which is what this blog …
Off to Sydney last week looking for work, so the Willies were left to their own devices for four days or so. Somehow I don't think they minded much. Yesterday, late afternoon, I took Archie down to Commonwood Farm to check on progress -- and work out the kinks after driving back from the metrop. …
As most of Australia wearily re-enters lockdown, cowed by the vigorous, irrepressible Delta Strain, in Braidwood (alongside the reappearance of masks on the local populace) we’re starting to see very early signs of spring. This winter has been a lot colder than last year’s edition, so seeing the first few buds on the trees really …
Yesterday I thought I saw a platypus! This deserves an exclamation mark due to its unexpectedness – I didn’t set out to find one, but to paraphrase the Bard, some people achieve platypus and some have platypus thrust upon them. I hadn’t given platypi much thought – there was a vague notion that they were …
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