wandering wildlife

We've got weird snails here: this lot seem determined to get as high as they can and all on one solar light, even though there is another one unscaled nearby:
 

"I'm the King of the Castle, haha haha!"

The pigface we planted is doing well and the bees seem to appreciate it:


Bee with full yellow pollen sacs either side


A pair of brolgas recently arrived in the rapidly-drying swamp and we just happened to be driving back from a newspaper run to Port MacDonnell as they flew in:

This wandering echidna went off-course and found himself/herself - how can you tell? - on our house deck and unable to get down the steps.
Willow was interested but wary: she has possibly learnt a lesson that it doesn't pay to harass wildlife after her seagull experience.

seagull experience:http://babyboomerbooks.com.au/willowswindow%20-%20cat.htm



 

strawberry season

We're still not-gardening.

My early plantings were either blasted by salt-laden gales or eaten by a wallaby: it ate a big rhubarb plant, roots and all overnight, and promptly got run-over on the road - serves it right!

So my efforts have narrowed to the western end and the tunnel house where I try to maximise the space by going upwards, the latest endeavour being two strawberry towers. We read how to make them online at http://www.apieceofrainbow.com/diy-strawberry-tower/ and so far it's working.

 

We've picked one feed, more to come.
The fruit is lovely and clean as it is off the ground.

As it gets hotter David will relocate them outside, but in early spring it's nice to have our own soft and sweet strawberries. Peas have finished, with zucchini and yellow squash replacing them, tomatoes, cucumbers and capsicum still small. My new rhubarb plant from Fred is outside, growing happily in a Woolworths shopping bag where I hope wallabies won't find it and the dwarf lemon, laughingly called "Lotsa Lemons" has finally decided to grow after sulking for a year in the tunnel house and has ONE LEMON.

potatoes and rhubarb in shopping bags, basil in pot outside

David transplanted asparagus from Foote Street and planted it in a long line between the road hedge and the house where is has sent up spindly little sparrow legs not worth picking this year. We've  been offered some lovely mature sheep manure but as it's still under the Lightbody's shearing shed  he's not too keen on retrieving it.

Can't interfere with fishing - 37 nice garfish last Sunday.
Crayfish count for this season is still 1.