Our resident pair of endangered pied oystercatchers have decided to use the same stretch of sand to incubate their eggs as they did last January. The eggs sit on the surface of the sand while the parents scrounge for food, keeping a watchful eye out for predators. Last season produced two chicks that survived the elements. There’s probably not a moment of the day passes without dozens of eyes watching from the headland, ready to trigger the alarm if man or dog transgress.
Peter Jirgens entertains the Rotarians at their Gerringong meeting this morning with snippets from ‘Out of Latvia’, detailing his risky adventures in Latvia in 1980, during his mission to find his family. Sergeant-at-Arms, Andrejs Medenis, and his wife Astrid, also Latvians, added a little of their history to the event. Such a small world!
This violent scene confronts me every time I cycle Broughton Vale. My eye is drawn to it, like a magnet. Is it a hidden liking I have for aggression or does it possess aesthetic elements that command my attention? Of course the fig will win, in the end. It commenced its quest, as a tiny spaghetti-type shoot. Could teach me a thing or two about patience and stickability!
My feet found their way from Woonona to Sublime Point lookout today. I lost count of the steps but reckon eight ladders up the rock face took me the final 100 metres to the top. Had no idea this hidden jewel existed.
How blessed to sit in the early evening and rest in the silence at the entrance of the Minnamurra River. As American Jewish author and Rabbi Chaim Potok quotes in his book, ‘The Chosen,’ “I've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own.”