Day 291 of 366 Blog Challenge 2012
Geoff and I went home to Brisbane late yesterday so Geoff could do his Wednesday morning job and I met some friends for breakfast. We are only an hour away and it makes it possible to pop back and forward if we need to.
We returned to Cabarita after lunch and the sun was shining and the beach was beckoning and everything else was exactly as we left it and so I have written this little piece about what we heard upon our return:
The Sounds of Cabarita Caravan Park
Clomp clomp clomp go the bush turkeys on the tin roof of the shed nearby
Gobble gobble gooble …
Grunt grunt grunt …
As the turkeys pick at the grass
Scratch scratch scratch go the recalitrent hens in the dirt
Woof woof woof goes the blind dog called Gemma
Beep beep beep goes the Smoke Alarm bird across the way
Screech screech screech go the seagulls flying overhead
Roar roar roar goes the surf in the background
Twitter twitter twitter go the many birds coming and going
Yes, all the usual noises of Cabarita Caravan Park
As we settle in again after being away
Time to relax and take a deep breath
Put the kettle on and eat cake
For we know what awaits us:
Huge surf rolling in
And time to enjoy a lazy Wednesday on holidays …
Before I close let me say that writing about bush turkeys reminded me of the fascinating information we found out concerning the mating habits of these birds. The male bush (or scrub) turkey builds a mound made up of all kinds of material eg dirt, grass etc and he keeps scratching away at it until it reaches the right temperature for the female to lay her eggs.
Getting the right temperature may take time but as the male has a heat sensor in his head, he knows when the temperature is perfect. If it is too hot, he has to remove some grass. If too cold, he must find other matter to add heat. When the female lays the eggs he protects the mound and continues to make sure the temperature is right until the young are born. Once born, the young are immediately independent!
Oh if only it was that easy for us women: letting the men prepare everything and all we need do is lay eggs. Then into the bargain … no child rearing!!
And as I lamented the loss of the day upon my return folks, my faithfulness to my blog writing came first so in order to give me an early mark, I will leave you with some beautiful photos to help you keep alive your sense of Wonder. Thanks to my friend Joan, who we met on our cruise, for sending the email containing them. Enjoy!