The term “Great Conjunction” refers to the major planets lining up.
This morning, all my ducks were in a row, if you’re prepared to overlook the fact none of the birds were ducks.
Brave, Pip, Saucy and Pie were all waiting for the second feed of the morning. If I’d been two seconds faster, Swoopy would have still been on the dark post just right of centre.
And for those who worry that I may be making these birds too tame or human-dependent, fear not: they all forage for grubs and beetles in my yard and others nearby. I also discourage them from getting close enough to be touched.
Does this LOOK like a starving bird? You should have heard his plaintive squeaks before I emerged.
And that’s about it till next feed!
Anyone who’s been reading the backdated posts with older photos may notice that things are not quite as grand as they used to be.
It was a harsh winter, and I wasn’t able to get the plants into shelter. Hopefully, most will make a comeback.
Xanthorrhea (grasstree) clone. By the time it’s got a proper stem (probably twenty years from now) I myself will be fertiliser.
Sarracenia psittacina regrowth emerging from under frost-bitten pitchers.
New growth already on the rescued Nepenthes.
Spring comes to my potted jalapeno pepper plant.
Sometimes Young Pip comes to the same jalapeno plant.
By the looks of things, there will be many leucophylla seeds in a few months’ time.
With luck, and an improvement in health and the weather, there will be more here soon.
Now, to the kitchen! A cool evening deserves a warming soup…
A Nice Young Tradesman Chap bought the rental place next door just before Winter set in. Being a tradesman, our new neighbour promptly started doing the place up.
When I saw the remains of the old bathroom beginning to accumulate in the trailer, I did what any questionably-sane carnivorous plant grower would do, and asked if they were disposing of the bathtub.
Lovely guy, the new neighbour! He even brought it over the next day, saving me a bit of lifting. I expressed my gratitude with a small basket of home-grown chillies, and put the tub aside for Spring.
I’d been ready to divide some of the Sarracenia pitchers this year: the mad rush of buds, emergent flower stalks and swollen bits of rhizome literally stretching the sides of their plastic tubs, let me know some division and repotting was well due.
While I’ve got even more tubs of leucophylla, and about as many purpurea and psittacina as before, there’s a fairly good selection in the bathtub too.
Sarracenia psittacina and (probably) leucophylla x purpurea, at the sump end.
There may be scope for a few flytraps and some Drosera spatulata, once things settle a bit. For now, it’s a case of using hardy species I can spare.
I’m sure the Fab Four can spare me a small chunk of lyrics for a tagline.
It’s true, anyhow. The unexpectedly heavy frosts of this Winter caught me at a bad time, and I was unable to get some of the more delicate specimens under cover, or out of the cold, before damage was done.
The large, expensive nepenthes really copped it.
This is a new Nepenthes, species unknown. I got it from the rescue area (Bargain Trolley Of Death?) at one of the local Big Hardware places.
Coming Almost Immediately: more posts, for the other plants.
Life goes on. The arthricketty bits still creak and grind, and “one-handed typing” is nowhere near the hedonistic pastime of my youth. These days it’s because my left arm is currently not playing with the rest of the team, choosing instead to spend its time hanging with a nerve pinch somewhere up top.
First to greet me was Pie, the male of my local pair. His crippled offspring has been driven away to seek its own fortune by now, and both parents are collecting lots of “takeaway” feeds. I gather there may be new hatchlings.
Young Pip, the butcherbird with great expectations, comes to me still, and at different times from his parents. I think there’s young in that nest too, as only one adult at a time comes to beg.
Pip’s adult plumage is growing in, and he’ll soon be a black-and-white adult.
Coming Soon: Pics of Swamp-in-a-bathtub.
It’s all in jars now. Chosen friends will soon remember me… warmly.