We have babies!!! Well, that’s what young Harold screamed at me this morning when he burst into our bedroom and woke me from my peaceful slumber.
Three pairs of short-tailed shearwaters, also known as Tasmanian Muttonbirds, had built their burrows under the front verandah and laid their eggs. With no foxes or other direct predators on the Island, it makes for a safe place to raise their little families.
Harry had been doing his research and watching them closely, waiting for the day when the chicks would finally hatch, and today was the day. He was like a kid on Christmas morning.
We’re barreling towards the start of winter here in the Southern Hemisphere on June 1, but it seems like the weatherman in the sky didn’t get the memo. The days are shortening and it barely gets above freezing, add in the wind chill factor and it’s making for a challenging time. Thankfully we’re well-stocked with firewood and brandy and warm cuddles, so we’re doing okay.
Lots of love from the arse end of the Earth!
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