Pip is having a good holiday. He is a fan of swimming, and seems to handle the cold, fresh water as well as Sydney Harbour. This time he came up against something as big as a pelican that was quite interested in him, and in fact came up close to look.
After they moved off, Pip managed to get his swim.
On the dog walks, I am seeing quite a bit of wildlife. This evening I saw a fox – I thought it was a cat a first, but by the time I had the camera ready, it had disappeared.
Possums are easier to catch – they just pop up a tree and then watch.
The bird life lets you get a little closer, but I need to take the big camera to catch them properly.
The one bit of wildlife that did not run away is very familiar. I remember this from a French book translated into English that I read when I was ten. It was responsible for the death of the old king. Anyone else recognise it?
Good morning from Grosvenor Hill Caravan Park, Goulburn, home of the Singing Ants!
These ants have a predeliction for country music but also do a bit of instrumental, but nothing so unclassy as to have been composed this century.
I am beginning to suspect that caravan parks have themes. Grosvenor Hill Park, despite its small size (it seems to cater to the overnight traveller), has three themes. No only does it have the singing ants, it also has an awesome model train set up
and two aviaries.
Behind the caravan park is bit of scrub leading off to the Goulburn Tip (I didn’t realise until I got close). Lots of wild life there. We ran into several mobs of kangaroos, but only one let me get a shot. Pip went beserk when it began hopping.
Around the tip I saw a wild dog and I think a feral cat, but they did not want to get near me. There were lots of bullants too, but very hard to photograph on all the litter they use for their hives.
