Echuca has featured several times on this blog after visiting with Rod, and with Elijah & Eilihd, and yesterday I returned to visit the Campaspe Murray Writers Group.
Another wonderful group of writers who made me very welcome. A perfect mix of fun and friendship, inspiration and encouragement, a diverse range of interpretations on the ‘homework’ . . . a great night!
I am thoroughly enjoying meeting with groups to tell them about Positive Words magazine and, in turn, get back amazing encouragement and personal inspiration. Email me if you’d like a guest speaker/visitor and I will do my best to visit, or add your group to ‘The List’ if you are further afield. Who knows what the future holds? 🙂
The photo shows paddle steamers on the Murray River. I didn’t take any photos yesterday but this is one I ‘prepared earlier’ 🙂
…of Geelong 🙂
Note the little cotton-tail at the bottom of the Mayoral trousers? Many of the bollards along the Geelong foreshore include rabbits, a reminder that the first rabbits were released in Australia at Winchelsea, near Geelong by Thomas Austin (1815 – 1871) in 1859. He thought they would do no harm and be a reminder of home (England). Oooops!
It always makes me wonder, when I see a lone shoe abandoned, what happened to the other one?
And . . . did the owner hop back to his/her car? Drive home with one naked foot . . .
Perhaps that cigarette butt is a clue . . . there must be a story . . .
This car created lots of interest in the foreshore car park at Geelong . . .
I still prefer my Yellow Lancer 🙂
This little chicken hatched on April 24 but a couple of hours after emerging from his/her shell, I found a cold, almost lifeless body laying in the litter with the back of its neck covered in blood. I didn’t hold out much hope but have seen chickens and ducklings make amazing recoveries after falling out of nests etc. I put it under a lamp in our laundry. After two hours, although it was much warmer, it still hadn’t opened its eyes and couldn’t hold its head up. Reluctant to physically ‘put it out of its misery’, I decided, just before dark, to put it back under Mum who was patiently waiting for the rest of her eggs to hatch.
I expected to wake up on Anzac Day morning and find it dead but . . . here he/she is 🙂 At first I though it was another one, hatched overnight, but you can see the wound on the back of its head and there were no other eggs hatched. Another chicken finally hatched later that day and five more yesterday 🙂
I’m going to call my little rescued chicken Anzac because of his amazing spirit and, appropriately, he/she is a lovely golden colour.
I think Anzac must have gotten too curious and wandered from the nest while waiting for his/her siblings to arrive and one of the other hens, or perhaps the rooster, attacked. I am so glad I found him when I did 🙂
I added some netting to prevent further accidents and spent most of yesterday walking back and forth across the yard to check them. Today, now the rest of the eggs have hatched, I’ll move them into a separate cage.
Remember the tiny chickens from a few weeks ago? That’s Mum, the buff-coloured one in the middle.
Today, they’re moving to a bigger house and the latest clutch of tiny chickens will make their home in this cage. Musical chickens!
Rod put on some bigger, more undulating-yard-friendly wheels yesterday which will make it much easier for me to use 🙂
As a child I grew to hate the phrase ‘Haven’t you grown?’ 😦
No . . . it’s not Rod and me visiting Geelong but perhaps it could have been many years ago 🙂