Slice Of Life Story -Fun In The Forest
In the sixties, Crispian
St Peters sang, ‘When I woke up this morning, you were on my mind.’ Well, when
I woke up this morning a drive to the place of my childhood was on my mind.
Despite the inclement weather, I set forth with too eager young children to drive
about an hour up into the hills to seek out the birds of the forest.
We stopped on the way to
buy some parrot seed. Later we drove past my childhood home and school. I pointed
out places where I went fishing as a boy, and the picnic grounds beside the
Sassafras Creek where we enjoyed family outings. The children played the game
and asked polite questions. I pointed out the sporting fields where I spent
hours kicking a football and playing cricket. I drew attention to the tracks
through the forest where I used to run. They were keen to know what animals I
saw.
All this time the rain
persisted so I suggested to the children that we take a diversion and stop for a
break at the legendary Kallista Tea Rooms. The children enjoyed hot chocolate
while I revived on a welcome coffee. We sat at a table with a window view of
sulphur crested cockatoos, blue wrens and crimson rosellas which obligingly
came to nestle in the branches of the trees adjacent to the window. More
delights in the form of freshly baked scones with jam and cream duly arrived at
our table and the conversation slowed as we savoured these tasty pleasures.
The rain had slowed by
now, so we returned to forest armed with the parrot seed. The forest is
shrouded in fog and oozes moisture from the continuous winter rain we have been
experiencing. The sky is a heavy, grey blanket. The leaves of massive eucalypts hang limply as
water slips and drips from their shiny surfaces. The ground under our feet
squelches. The surrounding air is dank and heavy. We are dwarfed by giants in
this ancient place.
The children burst from the car and in the
process hurried me out as well. We were greeted by the immediate beauty of the
somewhat nervous crimson rosellas. Their vivid blues and red feathers made a
strong statement against the forest backdrop. They wandered about on the forest
floor, searching for seeds. Within no time, they were eating seed from the
children’s hands.
Then the hideous screeching of a large flock
of Sulphur Crested Cockatoos announced that they had descended from distant
trees and burst upon the scene. They seemed to be everywhere- on tables, in
trees, clinging to our arms, on our shoulders. Their manners were appalling.
They demanded food. They demanded attention. The rosellas were pushed aside in the
raucous rush of the big white birds for the precious seed. All the time, the
children doled out the seed and I made the most of this wonderful experience
with my camera. By now, all the seed was scattered. The children however, were full of the joy that comes with
experiencing simple pleasures. I thought how fortunate we are to have such
abundant bird life to witness in the wild. It should not be taken for granted.
It began to rain again, so
we returned to the car and prepared to journey home for lunch. ‘That was so
much fun.’ I hear from the back seat. Those simple words made the entire
morning so worthwhile. ‘Next time, we’ll look for lyrebirds, right Papa?’
This place holds special
memories for me in so many ways. I lived here from the age of ten, until I
moved away from home when I got married. It was a joy to share a small part of this
memory rich place with another generation.
Wow, what a great experience. I felt like I was right there with you all. And after spending the last week with my grandkids, I understand the joy you felt sharing your memories with your grandchildren. I think that's the best part of being a grandparent.
ReplyDeleteSuch fun & delight to introduce the grandchildren to the pleasures you enjoyed too, Alan. Those rosellas are gorgeous. I envy you the outing. The cockatoos remind me of the cheeky ravens at Yellowstone Park-too many tourists make them greedy! But for us who aren't used to seeing wild cockatoos on the shoulders of grandchildren, the photos are terrific to see. I loved hearing every bit of your day.
ReplyDeleteThe setting and the activities you described sound like a fantasy to me, so far away, yet even without the pictures (which I love) I could envision all of it. Such vivid descriptions of an unfamiliar world. But your feelings about returning to cherished places, and reliving special moments from your past in your mind, and sharing all this with those dear to you - that is the tie that binds us all together, no matter where we live. Thanks for sharing this amazing day.
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ReplyDeleteYour experience is so awesome. Thank you for sharing the descriptive words that helped me imagine what it would be like there. Also, thanks for sharing the pictures. I agree that you're fortunate to have the opportunity to witness the wild as you say...and you're right, don't take it for granted.
I loved this slice of your life. The paragraph that begins - "The rain had slowed by now..." put me right in the forest with you. It's always surprising to be reminded that it's winter in Australia! The forest shrouded in fog, the water slipping and dripping, the dank and heavy air could almost be Seattle, but our forests don't have rosellas or cockatoos. Thanks for including the pictures.
ReplyDeleteDelightful. Thank you for taking me to see the birds.
ReplyDeleteLike someone else mentioned this seemed like a fantasy excursion but you had photographs to prove it was a delightful reality. What fun to revisit your childhood while the grandkids are in theirs. What a charming memory you captured with your perfect words.
ReplyDeleteI found myself with so many questions about this place that I went to the web for a hunt. Like you, I have returned to the place of my childhood and love sharing across generations: with my parents, because they left for about 20 years, and my new nieces.
ReplyDeletePS - more from One Sunflower - it tickled me to read about Sherbrooke Forest and see the reference to Ferntree Gully because my daughter's favorite movie as a child was Ferngully. She feels that Avatar is just a remake of that children's movie.
ReplyDeletePS - more from One Sunflower - it tickled me to read about Sherbrooke Forest and see the reference to Ferntree Gully because my daughter's favorite movie as a child was Ferngully. She feels that Avatar is just a remake of that children's movie.
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