There's an eerie woosh
and a wood pigeon plumps
down into a kowhai.
It sits there pleased
and with red rimmed eyes,
judges our intentions.
It's small head a cork
perched on a jug.
excerpt from a poem by Kay McKenzie Cooke.
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Monday, 27 January 2025
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Native trees
Kowhai and cabbage tree ( Cordyline australis) seen on my walk along the Silverstream flood bank. Both New Zealand native trees.
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Our neighbours are felling their hedge which some people call a living fence. First a very nice young man came along with a chai... -
These gates stood outside Grey Main Primary School, Greymouth, New Zealand. (My old primary school). They are a memorial to the... -
A hedgehog... alert to danger... ...and curled into a ball for protection . joining Eileen for Saturday's Critters ...