Hello from the fairy garden at Coquette Point,
I was walking in my garden early Wednesday morning and low and behold I found a van and beside it a tent full of French backpackers. I took a few photos and left them undisturbed to sleep. Later that morning, quite coincidentally, my neighbour brought his big tractor through on our internal connecting track and he was astonished to see a tent with eight legs running before him. Above the French screams John W roared with laughter. Take a look down the bottom of your garden, you never know what you may find.
Award winning documentary team in town
I left the area but went back to check if they were still there every half to one hour making every effort not to be heard or seen. Two hours later they were gone. Excitedly I looked for eggs but none to be found.
She jokingly said to me “ If I lived here I would blow up the bridge and live in solitude in the rainforest”. Thank you Margaret your life was an example to us all: you made a difference.
The Indian Koels found their voice this week and early every morning the male and female have been ‘singing the rain’ in long wurra-wurra calls that are held for at least ten seconds and finish in mounting shrills.