#1430 theoldmortuary ponders.

Tidal Pool, Firestone Bay

May mornings are a gorgeous wake up. I am always a little obsessed by birdsong in May. If I need to get up early I like a few minutes in the yard just listening to the chitter chatter of birds starting their day. Just hearing the dawn chorus has always been enough but a curious family connection has brought me a new Birdsong Identification App on my phone. It was developed by Cornell University, there is a tissue thin family connection which makes my ears prick up when Cornell pops up when I listen to nerdy things on the radio. The Merlin Bird App was mentioned on the radio a while ago, I downloaded it and now I know who is chattering to me with my cup of tea.

Merlin | Birds, Cornell Lab of Ornithology https://share.google/DWioV2UHIcqMJgkwP

Of course bird listening is no longer confined to the morning cup of tea ritual. I walked back from the tidal pool 2 days ago and caught 6 birds, all unseen, nattering away.

Any person walking the same path 400 years ago would have heard a similar mix.

The European Herring Gull is the most bombastic. Has to make its conversation the least interesting and loudest. If a European Herring Gull was at a party I would certainly avoid her.

” Oh dear Herring Gull has arrived, nobody else will get a word in edgeways”

” Far too fond of her own voice, and her kids have already swiped all the pasties”

” No wonder her husband spends all his time at sea”

I have no idea if this character assassination is ornithologically correct, and the whole party idea is fairly flawed. But give a woman a new app and who knows where her mind will take her.

#1406 theoldmortuary ponders.

Tidal Pool

Lola declared that her personal Spring had Sprung this morning.

She wanted to be out and about early today. For no particular reason, the sun was up and so was she.

Nothing out of the normal in the gastric or intestinal department. She just wanted the sun on her face and the wind in her whiskers.

Not a bad attitude for a sunny morning. It was pretty chilly though.

As it turns out she was every bit as excited by the evening walk. Spring must at last be smelling fabulous for her.

#1397 theoldmortuary ponders

Sticking my neck out I would suggest that Spring has arrived on the Stonehouse Peninsula. Three days of sunshine but the temperature and wind are nothing like Springy enough yet.

The strong breeze certainly took my Giraffe off his feet for every one of his morning poses.

This one had him tumbling into a rockpool. But in clambering down to retrieve him I found a sheltered sun trap, where we could bask and harvest vitamin D for a few minutes.

Sticking my neck out predicting the arrival of actual Spring might come back to bite me on the bum tomorrow. The current ten day forecast  has not a single drop of rain illustrated. So for now that is good enough 

#1390 theoldmortuary ponders.

Storm Goletti.The storm named after an Italian Cockerel was scheduled to strut around our Peninsular from mid-afternoon.

My grandad kept Italian Bantams at his smallholding attached to his pub. They were very opinionated little hens with fancy feet and extravagant plumes of fancy feathers. Tsthe hens very much liked to sit on eggs, not necessarily their own. The pub guard- geese were very much working women who left their over-large eggs in the tender care of  the fussy little bantams. Several bantams sharing the care of one goose egg. The Italian Bantam Cockerel went on guard duty with the geese. He almost certainly thought he was in charge. He just fussed around at their feet, occasionally attempting a more sexual liaison with no chance of success.

Storm Goletti was nothing like a Bantam but everything like an arrogant Cockerel in our neighbourhood. Noisy, all over the place . It knocked down our bins and scattered and picked over our rubbish. We got off lightly.

But I did put the sensation of the storm to good use and painted a stormy version of  my beloved sea pool at Coogee.

Storm over Coogee

I was even giddy enough to use hand made paper. What else could I do when confined to the house after a  government Red Warning for winds and flying debris. But there is nothing quite like painting a storm while in a storm.

#1362 theoldmortuary ponders.

©Kim Bobber

Just 3 bobbers , braved a bouncy sea yesterday. 15 degrees in the water and 10 degrees out, made for an enjoyable swim but a very chilly chattering session afterwards. I was unintentionally glam having showered and washed my hair just before the bob.

Glam or not it is not every day that we get to swim with a submarine.

Some people travel thousands of miles to swim with dolphins. Swimming with submarines has less of a cache,  but in 2025 we have had both experiences in our little bay.

NRP Tridente

The Portuguese submarine was much easier to catch on camera. No need for arrows to point out the dark shape in this photograph.

#1332 theoldmortuary ponders

I woke up cold this morning. The first time for many months. I also have a planned dip in the sea. Now I accept that I am fully in the Autumn Zone.

When my bed feels snug and the thought of a cold swim feels like madness.

Sunrise has yet to occur, although not a deal breaker, some sunshine would be most welcome.

Yesterday the sun made a most welcome visit to my morning dip.

Which was all very energising for the day ahead. Which is the point where reality steps in. Yesterday’s dip was timed to fit in perfectly with the day’s chores. The first of which was a Vermin survey at a tennis club that I help to run.

The club overlooks all my swimming zones. Proximity to the sea means this could be perfect Real Estate for rats. However we have a very diligent and effective Rat detective who ensures we have no long tailed members using the club on a regular basis.

©Pinterest

In fact anyone seen on our courts with a visible tail will have their fob deactivated.

Life is not all about blissful swims in the sea, sometimes you encounter rats. ©theoldmortuary

#1305 theoldmortuary ponders.

A stormy day yesterday provided the perfect illustration of a safe harbour. 100 yards and less than five minutes walk divided these two photographs yesterday. The difference is almost unbelievable.

The storm and some commitments kept me out of the water yesterday. But my short walk along Admiralty Road on a stormy day gave me some lovely hugs as I met fellow Stonehouse friends also making the journey from storm to safe harbour.

#1270 theoldmortuary ponders.

High Tide Tidal Pool

I’ve been a lone bobber more often this year than any other. A good summer and warm water calls me when the tide is high.

Lone bobbing and group bobbing are two completely different experiences. Group Bobbing is a life-affirming experience that jiggles my soul and gives me plenty to reflect on.

My Private stairway to watery heaven.

Lone bobbing is all about quiet reflection . Just bobbing about in the water pleasurably reflecting on life.

Group bobbing is the most restorative of the two submersions. The weight of the world can float off my shoulders when I am bobbing with the bobbers. My grumpies/worries really do get reframed by social bobbing. I don’t believe I would go for a lone bob if I was cross with life or people. Maybe I should try it sometime.

High tide rock pool

#1359 theoldmortuary ponders.

Hot paving slabs.

It has been a giddy weekend of live music.

Off to our local theatre to see The Tina Turner Musical. We also have tickets for Hamilton.

Then a very hot day in our yard listening to, and feeling through our bones a Drum and Bass festival which was being held on Drakes Island.

Drakes Island from Stonehouse Lawn Tennis Club. ©theoldmortuary

Then to finish off, live music from the Barracks. Who wouldn’t want to listen to a tribute band playing The Killers and Kings of Leon and any other band of that genre and era until 1:30 am. It was too hot to sleep, so roll with it in a comfy chair with a cup of tea. I have had worse experiences at actual festivals.

All punctuated with swimming in the sea. Very cool.