Portland koala waiting for the McGumleaf to be be released. Any news, @mcdav ?
Photo by Carolyn Farrugia.
Portland koala waiting for the McGumleaf to be be released. Any news, @mcdav ?
Photo by Carolyn Farrugia.
I have mixed emotions looking at pics of koalas in places where they have no business being. I canât help but wonder what the background stories are. I mean, it looks cute and all, but what really is going on.
yep. Itâs cute and all, but generally speaking, if a koala is out of a tree and not directly walking to another tree, itâs a cause for concern.
The hazards of driving late at night on the backroads through native forests, drunken koalas sitting in the middle of the road or staggering home from a night out.
I have seen this with own eyes, a drunken Koala staggering away from a DRC function.
Lots of ducklings on the CCT between the Swann st and Morell st bridges (opposite to the Tan).
Their parents are quite aggressive to pedestrians, joggers & cyclists.
Magnificent looking animal.
The Siamese my family owned when I and my siblings were growing up, Sam (from Siam), was the smartest cat we ever owned. He learned to open pull down door handles, which were more common back then. He initially just jumped at the handle, having seen us use them to open doors, until he fluked it opening. After heâd had experience, he perfected it. Heâd launch at the handle from outside, and hang onto it as it swung open with his momentum, then drop gently to the floor and trot on in.
He also used to pull cupboard handles open by standing on his back legs, and grasping the handle between both front legs and simply walking backward.
Unfortunately, he died young, at about 5-6 years old. We think he was bitten by a snake, but we found him in a fenced storage compound a couple weeks after he went missing.
He loved his cat biscuits. âGo Catâ was his favourite brand. If his bowl ran low, he used to open the cupboard under the sink, where the large bag was kept, drag it out, and tear it open to feed himself.
After he had passed on, we thought if weâd captured footage of him opening the front door, and the cupboard, and dragging his food out to eat it, it would have made a great advert for his favourite brand of food.
He was also the only cat Iâve known who not only wasnât scared of the vacuum cleaner, he loved having his back vacuumed whenever it was running.
Later on, before kids, my wife and I owned âSiamese twinsâ - 2 brothers from the same litter. One of them loved us, the other one was nervous around all people, and adopted our older Tonkinese (Siamese/Burmese cross) cat as âMumâ. Our Tonkinese just adored all people, and we had many genuine offers to buy her, from friends, including many dog people.
Bit dodgy for the photos thread. Blue banded bandit raiding the planter box salvias out my WFH window. They seem to have really appeared in just the last few weeks. A few here and there rather than lots, but previously Iâve only seen one at a time at our place.
You can just make out the edge of 5 rather than 4 blue stripes. So this is a boy bee.
Warning! Not a happy post.
Just a small insight into the issues facing koalas today. Havenât seen a koala regularly for ages, not since the local female, which featured on this site several times, passed away 2 years ago at the estimated age of 12 or so. The occasional male passed by still looking for her, but nothing for several months. At least not until one was just spotted a stoneâs throw from our joint, in a Pittosporum of all things, for 2 days at least, one none of the local koala spotters recognised at first. Today it was linked to a female koala that underwent leg surgery at Mornington Vet Hospital, rehabbed in Healesville and was then released in Somers recently. We are in Balnarring, 7 ks distant, so it has traveled a fair distance. Unfortunately the owners of the rental property next to the Pittosporum, who have already removed koala trees for reasons I fail to comprehend, also turned up today with a yappy dog and mowers in readiness for the holiday season and rental dollars . They smiled glibly when told of the proximity of the koala. The koala took off a few hours ago, in search of a safe haven. Few left unfortunately. Humans suck.
I suppose this thread is sort of appropriate.
Iâve had a vexing issue for a couple of years now concerning a neighbourâs cat (donât know which neighbour) visiting every night and crapping on my back lawn. The brazen thing doesnât even try to find some loose dirt to do its business in.
My barista neighbour gave me a couple of bags of coffee grounds which I spread liberally around the garden a week ago and the turd burglar has since stopped visiting.
Apparently cats hate the smell and will choose to go to a different location.
Sounds like it was more of a turd donator than a turd burglar.
Fair point. Should have gone with boggy moggy or sh*tty kitty.
Can we temporarily expand the thread title to include hooves?
Looking for an excuse to post this image by Portland Observer photographer Nicole Cleary.
Image was taken last weekend at the Tyrendarra Agricultural Show, one of the few remaining classic country shows.
Horses paw the ground.