Picture of the Day 42: Crossing
After a long, hot day, we packed our gear and drove out to the Junction. Alas, the usual swimming spot had been invaded by deep pockets of freezing water from the Tumut River, so at the advice of other swimmers, we headed upriver, where the Goobagandra lay smooth and warm.
We spent a genial hour climbing trees and floating down river. Sax proved his bravery by crossing the water on a surfboard, then swimming back. We headed home as the sun set.
Which, with my bargain sunglasses, looked a little more like this;
On the way back, Robyn pulled the car to a stop. She’d seen a bird on the road. I hopped out with Sax’s towel and grabbed the bird, a rainbow lorikeet. My heart sunk though; looking at the damage to the bird’s face, and the rasp of its breathing, I knew it wasn’t long for this world. We took it home anyway, where I called the local wildlife rescue, but within minutes of being stowed in a box to limit his movement, the little bird died.
Rather than bury him, Robyn and I took the lorikeet back out to Tumut Plains Road, and left him to rest under a tree. If he has a mate, she might find him there. I’m sorry, little bird. But as Sax’s eagerness to have chicken tonight reminded me, death is a neutral process, and even dead, the lorikeet remains part of the natural system.
Sax had biscuits for dinner.