Waiting, waiting, waiting. Documentaries tend to show explorers and naturalists chasing wildlife down to get a good glimpse. But more often than not, sitting still is just as good a strategy. And so we sat under the bromeliads and waited. First silence. Then came the twittering, scratching, cooing chorus of the Atlantic forest. We were waiting for …
We had unlimited access to paddocks and bushland. Sure, it was weedy, and not exactly pristine. But that’s where we spotted the echidna.
As ‘Melbourne kids’ we’d squeal with delight on road trips to our grandparents house whenever we spotted top-notch pigeons balancing precariously on the power lines.
Animals are resourceful and will find a way enjoy even the ugliest of gardens.
We don’t often appreciate the nature of urban areas. ‘Nature? What nature? No nature here. I live in the city’…
The prehistoric cry rings out, like something from Jurassic park. I rush to the nearest window or out to the yard like a kid to the Mr. Whippy van. My cockatoos are coming!
Essentially, urban possums are playing a game of ‘the floor is made of lava’.