Bailed Up At Mogareeka

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Mogareeka Inlet is on the northern end of Tathra Beach, on the far south coast of New South Wales. At lunch time last Saturday, we spent a quiet time sitting in neighbouring parkland eating freshly grilled fish. The sea and sky endlessly filled our uninterrupted, easterly view and a gentle sea breeze blew.

I commented that no visitors of the feathered variety had muscled into our space. Silly me! No sooner said than we were under attack. As we ate, two brightly coloured lorikeets literally tried to take the food from our hands, pushing and nudging us with their beaks.

Bailed Up At Mogareeka

The fish, fresh grilled
A lunch time treat
We watched the sea
From picnic seat.

Then from the sky
A dapper pair
Demanded that
Our food we share.

These young John Gilberts
Flashy dressed
Thought their antics
Would impress.

A noise nearby
Away they flew
No mug shots
For the Boys in Blue.

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What Do You Know?

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Christmas is fast approaching. This will be my younger granddaughter’s first Christmas. She is nearly walking and I’d say by Christmas there’s a fair chance she’ll be up and running. I guess her sister Eloise will have to arrive at the Christmas tree faster this year to see what the jolly, old fellow has left. I reckon if Caitlin was talking as well by then, her first word would have to be “mine”. Watch out, Eloise!

What Do You Know?

Oh, dear, what do you know?
Young Caitlin’s about to get up and go
On her two, little legs, she’s ready to walk
Why, very soon she could even talk!
She’ll be into everything, I kid you not
And telling us all just what is what!

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