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I am lucky enough to live in a city where it is utterly commonplace – even on a busy street – to encounter wattlebirds…and many other birds.
(the featured image’s wattlebird was photographed in Grant Street, Cottesloe. All photos copyright Doug Spencer)
Even inner-urban railway stations are quite busy “airports”.
Comments closedFlora-wise – native flora-wise, most especially – Perth is probably the world’s richest substantial city.
This post’s wildflowers are all endemic to southwest Western Australia.
All are in bloom right now, within 30 minutes of the city centre.
Comments closedBoth are integral to this forest type; the “how” and the “how often” of the former are endlessly debated/contested.
All photos taken on the notional “last day of winter”, August 31 2018; most of them in the so-called “100 Year Forest” near Pemberton.
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Spring is a moveable feast.
For Perth’s nectar-eaters, their season of abundance is already underway.
However, “honeyeaters” like Phylidonyris novaehollandiae – the New Holland honeyeater – cannot survive on a 100% nectar diet.
One CommentOvernight, the Stirling Range – Bluff Knoll, especially – had its best snowfall in some years, and you can see it, complete with quokka….
Comments closedIn marked contrast to most eastern Australian cities, Perth is enjoying a “proper” winter in 2018.
More than 150 mm fell here in July. As I type, heavy rain is falling, and it just might be snowing on Bluff Knoll, 400 ks southeast of here.
Comments closedNo faux chateaux or Californianesque excess here: these seven Australian wineries are grand, not grandiose.
All will almost certainly offer you a lovely location, and a warm welcome from knowledgeable, unpretentious folks.
Each has a range of genuinely-excellent wines that begin at prices well south of $30.
Three will also serve you a delicious, affordable lunch.
One Comment4.39 pm, Thursday 19 July 2018, southwest edge of Lake Monger.
One CommentToday in Perth was one of this city’s not at all rare, uncanny winter days – the kind which turns visitors into immigrants.
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