WoodenSpoon

In a shoebox - long taped shut - I recently found some treasures from my childhood. Amongst the magnetic frogs, .22 bullet, 1961 penny, mangy old tip of a cat’s tail, ‘Jaws’, vials of powder synthesised in Chemistry class, trophy for best forward in under sevens Rugby union, etc I found a small buff envelope. It had “four teeth, Oct & Nov ‘76″ written on it.

Those were the days when the Fashion in Dentistry was to pre-emptively extract the rear molars of adolescents to give the wisdom teeth room to emerge. I’m still waiting for one of them to come.

Wandered around Sawpit creek yesterday.

Had the pleasure to bump into a Regent Bowerbird and fleetingly glimpse, if not hear, a catbird. There were many other birds around - too many to mention.

And the fairly-good fortune to only lightly graze a lurking Stinging Tree with one finger. Later I had a chance to test the old bush remedy by rubbing the sap of a Cunjevoi on it. It seemed to work.

We found some fresh Black apple fruits and some Brown pine seeds germinating by the creek. The Black apple apparently makes great jam. The ones I tasted were a bit floury in texture but had a lovely subtlle rose-water type of taste. I had to be a bit selective; many of the older fruits were well maggoted.

And, walking back through an open field, we came upon a Plover nest:

Here is a pic of a Dollar Bird chick. It was taken with a heand-held Ixus (a pocket camera)through a spotting telescope.

NFI!?