The Australasian Little Grebe
There is a bird they call the little grebe
The smallest member of
grebe family
She lives on inland lake or near sea shore
But on dry land her I have yet to see.
Her mate at breeding time wears darker coat
Whilst she all year round
wear the lighter gray
I've oft times watched them ride the ocean waves
When tide was roaring into Blackrock bay
Aquatic birds the water is their home
And a water world the only world
they've known
I've seen them in groups of three right up to twelve
I've seen them in pairs and oft seen one alone.
I've oft times watched grebe on birds paddock lake
I've watched her
swim a bit and dive for prey
A minute under water maybe more
And then she surface a few yards away
She builds her nest a mass of water reeds
And three to seven palish
eggs she lay
The Australasian grebe the smallest of her race
On inland lake and estuary and bay.
The Ringtail Possum
The sun goes down beyond the western hill
And darkness comes in with
the evening chill
And all day creatures gone to roost and rest
And ringtail possum leaves her leafy nest.
She
slowly walks along the woodland track
Her tiny offspring clinging to her back
She know the woodland down to the last
rood
And she know the best trees for the best food.
She choose
young trees where leaves are young and sweet
And only the most tender she will eat
How to survive her mother taught
her so
And now she teach her offspring all she know.
She build her leafy nest on branch of tree
Well hidden where no predator
can see
The wedge tail eagle o'er the woodland fly
But possum's nest escapes his piercing eye.
When all day creatures gone to roost and rest
The ringtail possum
leaves her leafy nest
And slowly walks along the woodland track
Her tiny offspring clinging to her back.
Mosquitoes
They always bite me when I am in bed
And mostly on the bald patch
on my head
In darkened bedroom hear their droning sound
As o'er your bed they hover round and round.
You wave your hand but hovering near they stay
They have to bite before they
go away
The female needs blood before she can lay
That's what the well informed sources say.
You always scratch the spot they choose to bite
These tiniest of 'winged
terrors of the night'
And though many end their life in squashed up way
They even come and bite you in the day.
Some in their bedrooms burn a 'mozzie coil'
But that's not always
a successful foil
The coil as most know does not guarantee
That your bedroom will remain mozzie free
Mozzie or mosquito either describe the same
Though many for them use
a coarser name
The female bites for to fulfil her need
Without your blood 'tis said she cannot breed
They always bite me when I am in bed
And mostly on the bald patch
on the head
And I have often cursed them in the night
As I scratched and scratched the spots they choose to bite.
