A short story – told in tweets:
I am researching what yabbies eat. Have bait, torch and sitting by the bottom dam waiting for night to fall.
From what I have read today, I am not so worried about any yabbies down here that haven’t died yet. 😀
There is at least one fish left in the dam. It’s making rings on the water. I hear little sucking noises in the mud. Yabbies?
The water is so shallow, the cat food bowl shows half of itself above the surface, when on its side. It’s secured.
Last night, in the rain, there was a chorus of happy singing voices down here. Tonight – it is silent. #yabbies
There is not a breath of wind, not the slightest breeze to stir the surface of the water. Crickets chirp and cicadas tap their frenetic song
Across the road, silly dogs bark and yelp – disturbing the stillness of a gently descending dusk, that rests featherlight around us.
My torch is to hand. A frog bleats a small call. The meat ants have stopped scavenging yesterday’s bait have gone, with part of my ankle
Lloyd, ever patient while I conduct my little expeditions, is lying on the top of the dam wall. He wants his dinner. But he is quiet.
It appears Lloyd has left. 🙂
It’s almost too dark to see the water and where the bait is set out on the muddy bank. I don’t want to flash the torch too soon. Kookaburra.
And another. They won’t come to the dam while I am here. It starts! The yabbie singing.
The yabbie singing is starting
Damn kookaburras – will not be quiet for a minute.
I am trying to record the yabbies and the kookaburras will not stop.
It’s different to last night -only one singer and what a pair of lungs. I suspect it is a frog. But, be that as it may, it is so peaceful and quiet I am not of a mind to pull in the net.
There are tracks on the mud already where yabbies have been coming up to get their food : CARROTS. I chopped some fresh carrots up in the blender and yabbies love it.
So, home Lloyd and I go, by torchlight, and we leave all these critters in peace
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