A short drive out to visit friends last week had us exploring the semi-rural western fringe of our city. Depending on rainfall patterns, this area is either lush and green or it's dry and myriad shades of brown among the gum trees. With hot daytime temperatures and no significant rain for a long while now, the landscape seemed hazy and parched. The grass crunched and crackled under our feet and the dust billowed up behind the car as we bounced our way down the rocky and rutted driveway to our destination. This is what we found just fifteen minutes from home ...
A hand-painted sign looking after the local wildlife.
(No sign of these spiky creatures though!)
Rusting farm machinery by the roadside.
Long local driveways.
A silvery log in a paddock.
Low water levels in property dams.
Gorgeous grevilleas in flower.
Chooks scratching for tasty morsels and ...
... geese, cockatoos, kookaburras and rosellas.
Busy honeybees at the entrance to a hive!
The distinctive seed cones on native Banksia.
The hazy view from the top of a hilly road.
As we were leaving for home, the distinctive call of sulphur-crested cockatoos rang out over the hills and paddocks. A late afternoon farewell.