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Man about town

20/10/2017

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Cartoon: Natasha Williams-Novak
By Bob Middleton
 
BEEN a while now since we made the move down from the hills of Jeetho West to the lowlands of Wonthaggi. The words from Mark Knopfler’s song Brothers in Arms keep resounding in my ears, though the line “These mist covered mountains are a home now for me,  but my home’s in the lowlands and always will be” will need some rejigging to fit our situation.
It’s an oft-told tale of the need to downsize as the years pile up. Steep country is not kind to old legs and two acres of garden seems to grow larger day by day. There is much wisdom in moving closer to essential services as we grow older. Now the medical centre, hospital and shops are within easy reach and, more importantly, Dan Murphy is just around the corner. And it no longer takes a 30-minute drive to visit our friends who live down this way.
 
There will always be regrets for things we inevitably have to leave behind. Looking out over the surrounding dairy lands we were captivated by the colourful display of the changing seasons. The closing off of paddocks for the grass to grow for next year’s hay, the movement of the herds as cows were dried off and rested and the parade of heavy machinery coming together for the  harvest. Yes, we miss that hustle and bustle and the lowing of cows and bellowing of bulls.
 
Then there was the magic of watching the moon’s journey throughout the year from our bedroom window as it navigated its way across the sky following the paths set down by the laws of the universe. Those heavy fogs that would roll in, blanketing our world. We almost lost a friend who stayed overnight. Curly was a cattle breeder and bushman from the high plains who insisted on going out to buy the morning paper. As he went down the drive through the morning fog, he slowly vanished like a ghost and I felt a twinge of concern. By the time he found his way back the morning news was no longer new. But true bush men don’t have any time for those GPS gadgets.
 
Our new place retains that feel of open country as it backs onto the fairways of the golf course and we are within a good tee shot from the wetlands. A feature that is not lost on Charlie, our small and adventurous dog. Mobs of kangaroos come right up to our back fence but he now ignores their visits. Which is just as well as they never took any notice of him anyway.
 
We do miss the variety of birds that visited us at Jeetho West where we recorded over 50 species. Here we are down to about 15 which are mostly imports. I do hope that doesn’t sound racist for we are grateful for the company. Having planted a bed of grevilleas along the drive we hope to attract some of the smaller honeyeaters in time but for now it is a popular meeting place for rowdy wattle birds.
 
Another important change we are slowly getting a hold on is the waste collection with those brightly coloured bins. A welcome relief from the monthly trailer load carted off to the Grantville tip. I like to put our bins out early so as to give the neighbours some guidance. Why, only last week as I approached home there was our yellow lid shining like a beacon amongst all the red. Oh no, I thought they’ve got it wrong again.
 
Still I think we are settling in to this new phase of our life. The apple trees planted last year are looking healthy and leafy and the manageable vegetable garden is showing promise and is crowded with herbs, silver beet and too much garlic. I have a good feeling we are going to be OK. 
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Maddy Harford
21/10/2017 12:45:16 pm

Delightful Bob! And we, who count you among our 'new best friends', are very pleased you are but a short detour from our Wetlands stroll. Sally is also pleased to see Charlie more often!

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Sue Packham
24/10/2017 06:47:33 pm

Thanks Bob - it's great to hear how you've handled the change to from 'outback' to 'town centre'.
We'll have to do it one day being on an acre and a half and as you said, it seems to get bigger by the day.
Till then if you've got the urge, you're welcome to visit our rural piece of paradise in Woolamai - Charlie too of course.

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Pamela Jacka
26/10/2017 04:13:22 pm

Welcome to the "big smoke" Bob! I hope you learn to admire the wattlebirds as a very industrious and loving parent. I had always been told they were aggressive, etc. but I hadn't experience that with my mix of reds and little wattlebirds .. until last year! I've lived in my house for seven years but they only built a nest last year! I do admire the way they bully the common (formerly Indian) minah birds though and I'm pleased the magpies just ignore them. I have a couple of young wattlebirds splashing around in the bird bath in my backyard, at the moment, which is delightful. If you haven't already, wait until you see the changing colours of the starlings. The blackbird couple wait until the wattlebirds have gone to bed before coming in for a swim. Every bird has its day, even the dull and boring! Enjoy your new abode and see you around town.

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    Bob Middleton spent his working life in the wool industry, classing, buying, selling and teaching. He has a weakness for horses, dogs and pigeons. Bob died in November 2018.    

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