Dragon people friends

Well, I know - I haven't written for a while.. the Dragons are all asleep for the Winter and so perhaps was I?  However, word seems to be getting around and I've found a lovely person who lives in the same valley who also has made friends with the Dragons and wants to tell about them.  Meet Dick and 'his' Dragon friends - it seems Dick's diaries are remarkably similar... 

19th June 2012

Hi

OK.

Here's a Pinky story (#1).

A few years ago Pinky was in the habit of climbing up the tall gum near the house, and catching the morning sun on our tile roof.

You know how sometimes you get the feeling that you're being watched?

Well, occasionally I'd be in the yard and I'd get that feeling.

I'd look up and see Pinky peering over the edge of the roof, watching proceedings (see attached pic).

One New Year's Eve our friends, a married couple, slept over after we celebrated till 1.

In the morning the husband lay down in the sun on the deck, on a sun lounge, to relax before breakfast.

He had on a stone coloured T-shirt, which was stretched tightly over his rather large, round stomach.

To Pinky, who had climbed to the roof early and was looking over the edge, this must have looked like a lovely warm, round rock to sunbake on.

He launched himself from the roof and did a belly-flop onto our mate's stomach.

He leapt up with a scream, and poor old Pinky leapt, in turn, from the deck onto the lawn below.

"Mate," I said, "What are you doing scaring our lizard?"

Regards for now

Dick

Dick has many more stories...
I'll post some more later.

Cheers,
Maree

Born to be wild...and friendly

Wed 7^th March, 2012

What’s that I hear? Rain as I wake in the early morning darkness? And an sms coming through – garden work cancelled today so stay in bed. Oh well, re-arrange appointments yet again and another day on the computer. 

I don’t really mind working on the computer when it’s cold and rainy outside – there is such a lot of fantastic things to learn and creative stuff to do drawing up garden ideas.  But by lunchtime I’m feeling so fat and yuck because I’ve already eaten breakfast, morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea and snacks… It just seems so good to eat all the time. 

What’s that I see?  Sunlight?  Yes, and it feels warmer.  I take the opportunity to break free of the house – and the food - and go out the front in the direction of the sun rays streaming down on the wet front garden. My next door neighbour comes out at the same time – she had the same idea!   We chatted and of course the conversation turned to Dragon stories. “Maybe it’s just my imagination,” she said, “but I was away last week, and upon returning home, ‘Lizzy’ (her resident Dragon) came running straight up to me!” Apparently, her husband and daughter stayed home but Lizzy was really pleased to see that she had come home. She said the greeting was like a happy dog. Her ‘Lizzy’ lays around all day on a hanging fern pot that contains the remnants of a long-gone Hare’s foot Fern – all soft and comfy. I think Lizzy is one happy lizard!

Only the other day Mum and a friend and I were chatting on the verandah with ‘our’ Harry sitting next to us looking interested in the conversation.  Mum swears Harry talks to her!  We were all commenting that it is curious that free (wild) Australian animals can seem to be such lovely, harmless good friends.  Would you imagine a fox in Europe being friendly? Or a wild cat or dog? Cats and dogs can be dangerous even when they’re ‘tame’ let alone if they are wild – and I think NEVER become good harmless friends unless you take them from the mother soon after birth and train them.

We love our Harry though – he’s got character!  Take last week for example:  I saw a little baby Dragon on the path so I thought I’d try to photograph it by lying down on my belly – like I saw David Attenborough explain.   Apparently it is a way of getting closer to wild animals because you are low down at their level and they are not so afraid of you.



Baby Dragon near homemade mini magic mushroom compost bin





So here I am creeping along on my belly photographing and getting closer (one day I’ll just get a better zoom lens), and I thought I was doing pretty good – I got to within about 40cm!, until I felt Harry come up behind me and brush past my leg.  I lifted my leg to gently kick him out of the way – continuing to photograph the baby while I still had him in my view; then I feel Harry jump onto my back and just sit there!

At that point I felt a bit awkward... lying on the concrete path, carefully trying to sneek up on a baby Dragon, and I’ve suddenly got a blooming full-grown male one sitting on my back saying ‘Hellow’!

 Just then the little one spotted a baby Dragon-sized grass hopper and ran off to catch it.  I turned to look over my shoulder and Harry hopped over it!  My camera was so close to his face, it was too close to even focus!

Baby Dragon posing for the camera





Oh well! That’s the thing about photographing Nature – you can’t easily sneek up on Nature they always see you first!

 


Baby Dragon in background now...






I'm watching you...



Harry poking his head in front of the camera while I was carefull sneeking up on a baby Dragon

George's Property gets an upgrade!

George’s block of land gets upgraded!

Rain!  Again!  How inconvenient.  The scientists claim our culture / economic system / whatever... has created a ‘climate change’ - a rise in average temperature by 2^oC.  Sounds ok until you learn what this really means. Does it mean our day temperature becomes 23 instead of a perfect 21^oC? We wish!! And apparently, besides the Climate Change-causing mayhem of ocean currents changing, sea levels rising, increasing storms, etc, etc, there are at least nine other physical ecosystem limits we are warned about crossing:  Stratospheric ozone, land use change, freshwater use, biological diversity, ocean acidification, nitrogen and phosphorous inputs to the biosphere and oceans, aerosol loading, and chemical pollution. Phew! Not only that, there are good old-fashioned resource limits being reached at a rate of knots.



George is looking much happier now!



Meanwhile... over the past two summers ‘Poor George’ who had arrived at my back door looking like he’d been travelling for months across the great ‘City Desert’- after all the other dragons had gone to bed for the Winter – has been looking much better!  I’m happy to report that he now feels fairly secure in his own block of land at the front of my house – albeit fairly low-status as it is closer to the road and further away from the creek and Glenrock State Conservation Area! So what does ‘Fat George’ think of it all? I think he knows the humans have been sending a little love his way and I can tell by the look in his eyes he appreciates it.

Looking at ‘Happy Fat George’ made me think of ways I could make my lifestyle more ‘sustainable’ and I gave myself a pretty good Xmas present – I got rid of the last bit of turf out the front and replaced it with a gravelly-sandy surface called Rhyolite dust.  It forms a hard surface but is still loose enough to grow some native ground covers, and can be scratched out to make a little hole for laying Dragon eggs.  I was nervous that the neighbours might not understand the objective, but amazingly, I kept hearing things like, ‘looks great’!  and ‘Like the way you can see the garden better rather than the green turf running into the green of the shrubs’. 

 
Even so, when a friend was telling me she needed to buy a new mower, I was hesitant at first but then, thought ‘Why not?’ So I gave away my mower and fuel tin!  That was the weirdest feeling – so liberating and yet somehow scary.



This afternoon the sun is out and the distracting sound of lawn mowers has been droning on and on. I take a break from the computer to look if it is my dear old neighbour down the end of the street who has been struggling to maintain the weeds in the reserve next to his fence.  I should offer to help! I figure I’ve helped already by doing some Landcare work with the massive weed problem in the rainforest further along but the large area beside his fence is just mowed grass and low weeds. The only way to control it is to keep mowing or replant with something small that can be maintained and isn’t a fire hazard.  The neighbours in our quiet cul de sac want to plant a few citrus to replace most of the mowed grass.  They reckon it would be easier to maintain and everyone would be rewarded with fresh fruit, the Dragons would eat the Stink Bugs (they LOVE them!), and the people might be more inclined to take ownership and look after the rainforest (even though it is land ‘owned’ by Council, it is not Council’s responsibility to maintain it anyway).



An intrigued George watching the neighbour mowing



I look out the front and there is my next door neighbour mowing his lawn. 



George is watching from his favourite spot in his ‘improved value property’. 

And the droning of the mowing goes on and on...