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Today was a beautiful, sunny day, which made my lunchtime walk through the bush with Dusty a very pleasant experience.
As we wandered along the track, I met one of our neighbours and her not very bright, but immensely enthusiastic, springer spaniel.
She warned me that up ahead was a very grumpy kangaroo, which had just had a fight with her dog.
At first, I hoped that her dog was alright, but looking at him, you could tell that he was having a great day.
His tail was wagging and he was very happy with himself.
I put Dusty’s leash back on, but as we wandered up the path, no marsupial protagonist was to be seen and no drama unfolded.
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I saw some remarkable footage of a Tasmanian wedge-tailed eagle this evening.
It took off at 9am, flew for over 200km and then landed five hours later.
It didn’t catch anything, it just soared.
It didn’t seem to have a particular route in mind, it just followed the thermals.
It flew, and it flew, and it flew.
How many flowers does a bee need to visit to make a pound of honey?
A hundred?
A thousand?
Surely not a million?
It’s estimated that bees need to collect the nectar from 2 million flower to make a single pound of honey.
I recently saw a photo of a cheetah chasing a young gazelle.
Her eyes were completely focused on her prey.
Nothing distracted her.
She was fixated.
She had to be.
According to Australian Indigenous writer, Tyson Yunkaporta,
“It takes a few generations for pigs to get over it when they escape into the bush. At first they remain the fat, pink, stupid beasts they were selectively bred to become over centuries of captivity. But soon they grow black bristles and long tusks, each generation becoming faster, stronger, smarter until the formidable razorback emerges.”
Pigs in farms become bacon.
Dusty, our much-loved golden retriever is a lazy, yet very clever dog.
She sleeps most of the day, but as I’ve been working from home over the past few weeks, I’ve noticed a peculiar habit that she has.
In the morning, she sleeps near the windows in the back of the house.
As mid-morning approaches, she trudges to the hall-way and slumps down next to another large window.
And then, when the sun moves, she makes her way into our bedroom, sneaking onto our bed to catch the afternoon rays.
Donkeys, like many people, are stubborn creatures.
If you try to push them, they won’t move.
If you try to pull them, they won’t move.
Even if you hit them with a stick, if they have put their mind to it, they still won’t move.
You can’t force them to move, but you can entice them.
The rhino looked at the unicorn.
“I wish I was that pretty,” she said to herself.
The unicorn looked back at the rhino.
“I wish I was that strong,” she thought.
A snake entered a carpentry shop, and as it crawled to the corner, it went past a saw and was scratched a little bit.
Alarmed by the pain, it turned around and bit the saw, cutting himself badly in the mouth.
Then, thinking that saw was attacking him, he decided to roll around the saw to suffocate it with his whole body.
As he squeezed, the saw cut deeper, leading the snake to get angrier and squeeze harder, until eventually, the snake died from its self-inflicted wounds.
A young eagle was about to graduate from his nest, when he saw a large pig running around in the forest below.
“Ooh, that looks yummy,” he said.
“No dear,” his mum said, “you’re not ready to hunt something so big yet. Start with mice.”
Being a good lad, the young eagle listened to his mum and learned how to hunt mice proficiently.
Then his mind began to wander towards his original goal of catching pigs again.
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