And I loved "SongDrops"!, especially the hour long extended version!
Cheers!
digits!
Thanks for the video. I see how strong and the sharp claws on his arms and legs. I also see he is a very good climber. Judging by his massive arms for his body size I would agree that he is very strong.
]]>Koalas are endemic to Australia, and live in the wild. They look cute and cuddly and pickupable, but without a suit of armour on I wouldn't be getting too close to them because they have sharp teeth and claws that could rip you to shreds. And they're very strong.
Maybe they can be tamed to some degree, because I know that in wild-life reserves they can be handled...under the ranger's supervision.
I reckon the one in my pics is at least 3/4 of a metre from head to toe outstretched. It's a male, which I could tell from its loud, deep, pig-like grunt. Females speak more lady-like.
They eat eucalyptus leaves, but they're picky and will only eat from about 10% of our eucalypt varieties.
Here's a link to the video I took, from which I saved frame captures for my MIF images. Type in "koala" (without the quotation marks) for the password. The video thumbnail is the shot that you said you liked best.
I used a digital camera and the result is a bit blurry in parts, but in the main I'm happy with it. The video gives a good idea of some of the koala's behaviour and its climbing capabilities, and nicely captured my first experience so close (about 6 metres) to one that was so active (they often just sit there, apparently dozing).
Later in the day the koala climbed right up to the top of the tree and perched there quite precariously (I thought) on a thin limb, munching away at some yummy leaves. It stayed in the tree for a couple of days before it moved off to another tree. I've lost track of it now.
You can often tell when a koala's around the place from the huge din made by the magpies, which are very territorial, especially around their breeding time. They screech and swoop the koalas non-stop, and the poor koalas just duck and sometimes swat at the pesky birds with their paws. Draws a bit of interest from spectators, kids especially.
]]>We do not have anything like that over here. Are they tame? Do they keep them as pets? How large is that thing? How large do they get? I understand they eat Eucalyptus leaves!
]]>What a magnificent creature. I like the first shot best. It looks like someone I used to know.
]]>Yes, country life has a lot going for it: eg, the generally friendlier people, less sophistication, less-hectic life style...if those are things you like. And more elbow room, rather than living in each other's pockets.
Also trees and fauna: eg, these pictures I took the other day of a koala in a neighbour's gum tree just the other side of the fence from me.
The last 8 pictures are a series of action shots showing the koala climbing up the trunk. They're amazingly strong, quick and nimble, despite their slow, cuddly-teddy-bear appearance!
]]>Okay, I will read some poetry!
Borderland sounds a lot like Nevada. Brown lumps of dirt that they call mountains and ravines that haven't seen water since Noah.
Barton's poem sounds very familiar. The never ending battle and emnity between those who live in the country and those who live in cities.
Same thing right here where a long time ago it resulted in the bloodiest civil war ever fought and is still raging today.
You see grandpappym first settled in the deep south on a farm with lots of land. He desired city life, the gambling, the women, the crime, the filth and the noise. He dragged pappym to NYC where he could indulge himself in his base desires.
For the rain and drought and sunshine make no changes in the street,
In the sullen line of buildings and the ceaseless tramp of feet;
Pappym was miserable but could not leave until I dragged him out of that stinkhole and to Nevada. Now I would like to again settle in the south especially with all the talk of the secession from the union going on. Alas, my family is still in love with the dirt and the noise, the street urchins and will not relocate to the country.
]]>Banjo Paterson is by far my favourite poet:
The Man From Snowy River
Clancy of The Overflow
Mulga Bill's Bicycle
Johnson's Antidote
Those are some of my favourites, and I also like Paterson's response to Henry Lawson's Borderland.
Read Lawson's first, and then Paterson's In Defence of the Bush.
I've got Banjo Paterson's 2-volume set of his complete works: Singer of the Bush (1885-1900) and Song of the Pen (1901-1941). Terrific reading!
]]>You never heard of Casey at the bat?
]]>Doff's his hat. Now you are speaking of Casey at the bat.
(That should be "Doffs his hat", without the apostrophe, otherwise it would mean "Doff is his hat". I wanted to get in before the Grammar Nazi.)
Had to look up Casey. Didn't know that poem because it wasn't by Banjo Paterson, but it was along the same lines as some of his and smacked a bit of similar style.
Hatequette, including doffing the hat.
]]>Into the valley of Death rode the brave 600. >sniff<
*doffs his hat*
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