Thanks to you all for your kind wishes for a Happy New Year.
Work continues to demand more hours than I would prefer, the long trip to work along the peninsula and out to the headland, then back again at the end of the day, takes time away from home and writing. The up-side to all that though are the harbour views I see on the way
and the chance they offer to reflect and think, even if I'm usually too busy to reflect on anything other than keeping my eyes on the narrow road with hairpin bends so as not to end up in the drink. (Apparently you are not considered a local until you have gone into the harbour ... needless to say, I'm more than happy not to ever be considered a local.)
On the colony at the moment, the albatross are incubating a single egg per nest. Four of them can be seen from the observatory windows, patiently sitting on their shallow nests, feathers as thick as fur rippling in the wind as they wait for their partner to return and the exchange to take place. For them this means sitting there for up to a week without food or exercise. It puts me in mind a little of the Dr Suess story about Horton the faithful elephant.
- I meant what I said, and I said what I meant:
- An elephant's faithful one hundred percent.
Another up-side to work is that there hasn't been a working day yet when I haven't witnessed the grace of flight these birds offer. Usually the birds we see gliding around the headland are one of the young birds who spend the summer hanging out on the colony. They've returned to where they were hatched to look around for a mate and to generally socialise (forming what we call teenage parties.)
Other birds also appear on the headland - the sight of the kitchen-utensil shape of a flying spoonbill labouring against a stiff southerly elicits compassion. I can identify somewhat with their less than graceful fight as they battle away, hardly making any headway. There is an owl - a Little Owl by identification - and its chick, and a gimlet-eyed, white-faced heron, often with a lizard tail hanging out of the side of its beak like an extra tongue.
On the home front, it's just ABM and myself with plans for summer maintenance, including a big clean-out of our garage. Transforming the spare bedroom into an office will now have to wait until I finish writing a book review and a couple of short stories. Until then, painting walls white will have to wait.
Reading: 'My Revolutions' by Hari Kunzru.
Listening to: The Chemical Brothers.
Watching: 'Midsomer Murders'