My, what big feet you have…
I was thinking about what Elizabeth said in her last comment on my previous post. Is Mundane perhaps only a state of mind? Change the parameters of my day and maybe Mundane disappears.
I think this semester at Uni has thrown Mundane-ness at me. I’ve been dreading some of the tasks set for my Effective Speaking subject (a required core subject and not one that I would have chosen freely), and this has flowed over into everday life. A public speaker I am not, and this subject is forcing me to put myself into some very uncomfortable situations, both in front of an audience and on paper. A good thing perhaps if I look at it from a “Stretching the Comfort Zone” point of view. Still loathsome though.
Watching a very shy, hardly seen, visitor tip-toeing with giant orange feet into my backyard made me rethink my “mundane” day. Very privileged is how I felt.
Assessing the doorway between The Wild and Civilisation. Camera lense fogged up straight away, although the humidity has been much more bearable today.
“Why is it called the Orange Footed Scrub Hen” Jeff asked me facetiously.
Up until a couple of months ago I had no idea what was making the manical raucous cackles at night. All night. Imagine a turkey being strangled whilst singing an aria, and all of it’s friends joining in with the chorus. That’s what these wild “chickens” do to while away the dark hours.
This bird is one of a pair that have decided that something good is going on in my backyard.
Old Cocky ain’t happy having to share.
Gotta go, I can see both of them now coming in for one last look around before the Opera begins..
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Cindy,
What terrific visitors you have in your back yard……..I have never seen one of those birds…..
Visualize over and over looking from some other angle at yourself standing in front of an audience and speaking…….perhaps looking down from the ceiling……practice many times
and if you are getting a little nervous of the audience slowly take off their clothes in your head and smile……he he I kid you not works for me….
Kindest regards,
Elizabeth
Oh yes more sage advise, do not get really crude as I do silently in your head…who’d have thought he had such……….and she weeeell………they have to stand in front of me naked and all I have to do is speak….see gets easier and easier….
Hey , what a cool bird. I love his feet. I would think that watching them would be a great distraction from doing anything!
Wow….you never know who will drop in at your place hey Cindy!
We had a wandering Malamute one day…..looked like a white wolf….
Then the white bunny, that had spent the evening chasing cats up the adjacent street…
Things come in 3’s so wonder what our next ‘white’ visitor would be….
When it comes to birds our variety isnt that great…..however we did have a yearly visit from a pair we named Charli and Kelly (Hi5 names) didnt see them this year which is sad.
Hi Everyone,
Elizabeth,
Yes, I’ll try and follow your advice, however, the majority of my audience are in their late teens/early twenties and are all gorgeous!
The lecturer critiques EVERYTHING, - the amount of eye contact you maintain (meaning you must memorise highlights), speed of speech, how still you keep (no shuffling allowed), the inflections, the pauses, the pronunciation of “D’s & “T”s especially. It’s enough to turn anyone into a huge stress ball, even before you reach the lectern.
Doda,
Hello, how are the Highlands today? I remember our summer trip up to St Andrews - it was such a gorgeous place. It was the sun setting so late at night that really freaked me out at the time!Off to visit your lovely blog in a minute. Hope you don’t mind, but I’ll add yours to my links.
Kim,
We used to get the black ducks visiting from July onwards every year in Perth. Lovely visitors, but waht a mess they left the pool in. Green wet poohing machines they were. I secretly fed them tidbits, hoping they’d build their nest, but the large cat poplulation put them off I think.
3rd “white” visitor - maybe Michael Jackson?
Ahhh Cindy…..very smart - someone’s had their coffee today…..me I am on my 3rd (and my 3rd hour on the net) came on to pay an overdue electricity bill and ended up finding some boys that I went to school with who play in a band, and joined MySpace - they have blogs there too….oh, ohL !
have a peek - http://www.flight86.com
Really enjoying your bog and envying you your backyard guests, as I sit here looking out at the endless soft Irish rain that really is mundane with no tropical delights to lighten the soggy load:)
What I do to calm the nerves before public speaking is some deep breathing and I always have to remind myself not to rush and that everybody out there is on my side just waiting to enjoy whatever it is I have to say( whether it’s true or not) It seems to help me anyway.