EVERY STORY TELLS A PICTURE 2011: THE LITTLE HENS.

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There were 6 chooks here when I moved in. A fast moving fox took off with 5 of them – one at a time. The one who remained is a truly to0ugh chook. She’s the Rhode Island Red in the picture. She roams free range but I don’t know where she lays eggs. Must ask someone where to look for them.

A couple of weeks back, a little black hen appeared, seemingly from next door. They seem to know one another well and she doesn’t appear to be intimidated by foxes either.  Early this morning, both of them were about the Cottage. Scrabbling at bird seed and eyeing up the potential vegie garden. They are not running alone. A scrub turkey makes up the 3rd figure in an odd menage a trois.  I don’t know where they spend their nights. They do head into the bushes which divide our property from next door.

I found the Black Hen inside today. It used to be the Rhode Island Red who did that. She acted like the cats and perched on the back of lounges and on top of the kitchen bench. That was before I booted the cats AND the chooks outside.

Its far cleaner inside now and doesn’t smell of critters. The cat food is up high . Hopefully out of their reach. Both black cats are wary of the Poultry.

It’s dark now and I am waiting for a moonrise. The young lass on the white horse is riding home. This week is Bellingen Show and the girls will be riding in it.

Perhaps I should take the Little Hens and enter them in some category.  Or another.

EVERY STORY TELLS A PICTURE : DREAMTIME BEACH.

Plenty of home time today so I am spending most of the day sitting here on the eBENCH. One more Photo methinks.

DREAMTIME BEACH AT FINGAL.

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Up North from here is a beach called DREAMTIME BEACH. I don’t know much about Dreamtime Beach but we found it one day when we were looking for a beach somewhere between Kirra and Pottsville. Its near the smallest lighthouse I have been to. The day we went there, a couple were being married by a celebrant just up off the sand. People do funny things.

The pandanus trees grew thick along the path and the path led past the backs of the houses. I am always yearning in these places for other times when the houses were little beach cottages and ordinary people lived there. Pretty much all of them now are ‘flash’. Done up and converted into some style which leaves me cold. I would like to see the Shacks back. Down at Fingal, there is a She-Oak shack restaurant and here and there an old home survives.

The sand was white the day we went there and very hot. It was a bit of a hike in to the beach. A hike for the little ones and the oldies anyways.  I truly love blazing sun, blistering hot sand under feet, dragging climbs along rainforested paths and the sea on the edge of Queensland.

I have been told stories of death adders which lurk in the sand, short and fat and waiting to attack my ankle and bring me to an immediate but agonising death. Fortunately, I have never seen one and if any have seen me, they have decided against attack. It doesn’t stop me from banging the ground as I walk – in case.

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DREAMTIME BEACH HOUSE No offence to you, D.H. but I am using you as an example of the houses I don’t like. I wonder whether or not it’s still flourishing. Things seemed to be running down somewhat on the Gold Coast by the time I left in 2009.

FINGAL HEAD AERIAL PHOTOGRAPHS.

Looking Down Dreamtime Beach From Fingal Head

I have left out the link to the GAY CRUISING site and put the WANNA SURF one in instead.

NOTHING LIKE AUSTRALIA

AND IN 1990 – THE GOOD NEWS TIMES.

Scott Rotumah

 

Aboriginal History
There are a number of Aboriginal mythology associated with the Fingal area, including that of Galiwus, a protective supernatural hairy man said to abide in a cave on Fingal Head and a mythological black dog which used to live in the caves on Fingal head, which have now been quarried away. The local Aboriginals are said to believe that when the caves were destroyed the dog became homeless and now roams the area.

Fingal Head is named Pooningbah, place of the echidna, referring to the shape of the basalt outcrop at the top of the headland.. At the northern end of Dreamtime Beach is a massacre site dating from the 1850s. There are shell middens and artefacts providing evidence of long Aboriginal occupation in the area.

 

70 PLUS AND STILL KICKING

18 MAY 2011 : DAY NO 139 of 2011 : DONE WITH THE CLICHES

THE ONE THING I WOULD LIKE TO SEE AGAIN FROM EACH PLACE I HAVE LIVED IN.

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There you go May 2011. Halfway through and a tablespoon of clichés has set me right. Now I can go at it a bit more relaxed. For the rest of the month, I will let every story tell a picture. I ‘ll grab a photo and tell you the story.

First up today, I am going to do a roam back to all the places I have lived and make note of one thing from each that I would like to see again.

Settle down here on the eBENCH with me because there’s a good few years to look at and a good few places that this wandering indigent has lived in.

TIME PLACE

THE ONE THING I WOULD LIKE TO SEE AGAIN.

1949 Old Canterbury Road, Hurlstone Park, Sydney. Inside the old Ham and Beef Shop.
THE 50s and 60s 27 Paxton Avenue, Belmore. Inside the house my Dad built for us.
1970 TUMBARUMBA The township
1971 South Queanbeyan Manuka
1972 Belmore Lakemba school
  4 Drummoyne Ave Drummoyne The old mansion on the waterfront
  Chiswick Birkenhead Point
  Alice Street Balmain Balmain Teachers’ College
1973 4 Mile Beach Port Douglas the Daintree
1970s and 1980s. Utiekah III Hinchinbrook Island
 

URUNGA, HUNGRY HEAD, YELLOW ROCK, FERNMOUNT, BELLINGEN, KALANG.

I would still like to see the river from a boat.

1987- 1994. SYDNEY. THE ROCKS.
  ROZELLE McKinnon Unit.
  LANGTON. TAYLOR SQUARE.
  BONDI. HASTINGS PARADE.
 

WAUCHOPE CRESCENT, SOUTH COOGEE.

THE SPOT AND RANDWICK.
1994-2000.

URUNGA. BELLINGEN. BUFFER CREEK. SOUTH ARM ROAD.

THE TOP FLOOR OF THE PILOT HOUSE BARRACKS.
2001. ARMIDALE. SMITH HOUSE.
  COOLANGATTA. KIRRA BEACH.
2002. TUMBULGUM.

SUGAR CANE. I WOULD REALLY LIKE TO SEE THE CANEFIELDS AGAIN.

2005-2009. BILAMBIL. LINDEN LEA.
  BRISBANE. CITY CATS.
2009. ULMARRA. THE HEGEDUS FAMILY.

Ah!  That’s cheered me up somewhat. Now to pick a random photo and tell you the story that goes with it. In 250 words.

CEMETERY AT MURWILLUMBAH.

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I am a bit of a cemetery woman. Have been for a long time. Up North, there is a cemetery in Tumbulgum. An historical cemetery on the Northern Side of the River where most of the township was in the early days. Its been reclaimed from the undergrowth and forest and a government youth project of the late 1990s found as many headstones and grave sites as they could, cleaned them and extracted what details they could. Turns out a whole lot of my family is buried there but I didn’t know that when I was living up there and I didn’t know what names to look for. One day, maybe I shall go back up there and look for the Bells and the Macleods.

The Big Town for Tumbulgum is Murwillumbah. Maybe 12 kms from one to the other. There seem to be a few cemeteries in Murwillumbah. The one in the picture is on the Western Edge of town heaing out to Bray Park on the way to Nimbin. Funny place. Plain concrete crosses mostly and some odd concrete constructions.  One whole stretch was for little kids and babies. By the time I had walked around this one, I was in the mood for even the truly gaudy burying places. I would have preferred black marble and bewinged angels to this severity of this. I certainly liked the North Tumbulgum Historical one better.

Just round the corner, down Timboon Road, is another cemetery. Maybe its just for ashes. Its dark and mysterious and the rainforest seems to grow right around it. Not as freaky as the concrete graveyard.

Murwillumbah Catholic cemetery.

Map picture

JENNY BRANDIS CEMETERIES FROM MURWILLUMBAH TO TWEED HEADS

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