Euphorbia, Pigface, Gazania and a few succulent cuttings. This is experimental, and the goal is to see which plants spread, and which help hold the embankment together.Liriope and Seaside Daisy. The bank, from below. After mulching.
… by birds!
Swoopy’s after me for a feed before I can even start on the plants. There’s a bit of order in the succulents now, and room for new growth. Lots of pods on the Hardenbergia! Mr Pie happened along,
and so did Brave,and Saucy.
She’s had an encounter with a cat, a crow, or something, and suffered damage to her left wing, as well as losing some feathers on the leading edge. I try to give her food while she’s perched on something high, as she has problems getting airborne with a full beak.
This Pale Rosella was sampling the neighbour’s loquats.
And a Wattle Bird sits in my tea-tree. Tomorrow, I’m filling the old wheelbarrow with water as a birdbath for the wild birds during the coming heatwave, and I expect a few of these guys will get right into it.
I’ve had a staff vacancy for a few months, since the last poor old Bluey met her end: I didn’t see her in the woodpile till I’d moved a large piece of timber and squished her.
Death-Of-Snails is the name, and I hope we’ll have many happy years here.
Includes those poor little Nepenthes pitchers I neglected during winter. I may save one, but the other surviving specimen looks pretty sorry.
(As always, Clicky brings Biggy)
Only one of about thirty seeds survived a storm last summer. The rest are missing, presumed washed out of the tray. This is either S. alata or a golden form of S. leucophylla – time will tell.Spot the S. purpurea…
Pip’s quite the communicator. He/(she?) has a special “feed-me” call used to bring me from the house, and a “Hey, the Feeding Guy is here!” call to bring his parents, who are raising another clutch of young, if the amount of food they fly out is any indicator.