Green Peas

We have left Moree by car and tonight, Sunday 22, we are at Narromine.
The reason for our earlier than usual departure is due to Tatum, eldest granddaughter, obtaining a double degree from Monash University.  We are very proud of her and wish her great success in her marketing promotional business, 2 Minds Marketing, which she runs with her boyfriend, Adam.   Her graduation will be on Sept 26 and we will be there to rejoice with her.  
Steve will return to Moree by train, to pick up the truck and caravan and bring them home.  Meanwhile. I will stay in Melbourne with the girls.  

As we are going early, THE GREEN PEAS are not quite ready.   I was a little worried about them for a while, as they seemed to have powdery mildew but they remained very healthy looking,  They have just developed lots of pods and there are many more flowers.  Les is going to water them and Marion and Richard will give him a hand and help to eat them.  I am waiting on word of their first meal so that I can savour every mouthful.

I think I've solved my problem with the blog by using Google Chrome instead of Firefox browser.   That's a shame ---- Firefox served me well and I loved it.

Now go ahead and admire my peas.  They're very easy to grow from seeds and while not a dwarf variety, they don't grow very tall.

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A Man and his Bird

It was a long, long, long nesting season for the magpies this year.  I'm sure that they spent longer than usual building their nests ---- which they lined with coconut fibre --- from my potplants.

The parents were so diligent at keeping humans away from the nests.  I tried to tell them that we intended no harm but ........      They dive bombed on people as we walked to the pool, all along our road, 150 metres and around the corner to the office, another 50 metres.  They hated Steve being on his bike and attacked vigorously.    He painted eyes on the back of his helmet and stuck in vertical spikes of cable tie.  These proved to be too short for comfort, (for snapping beaks) so he replaced them with much longer cable ties.   Still they attacked.
Then he decided to tire them out ---- when he returned from his long ride out on the open road, he circled our area of caravans, over and over, with birds swooping, until they wobbled tiredly away!  When people stopped to talk to him, he told them that he was taking his bird for a walk!

Even after the 3 baby birds were flying, the parents still snapped at Steve whenever he went outside.  They almost came into the annexe to get him.    They never came near me!!!!   One day recently, Steve stopped wearing a cap and put on a battered straw hat and the maggies kept away.  Now we are leaving and their babies have left, what will they do for their daily exercise and entertainment??
                         
               You might have to look closely to see how close the parent gets to Steve.

Why won't my photos line up?   I'm having all kinds of trouble with this blog.  I might have to give it up.

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