As I said last Tuesday, I am going to feature some of “Australia’s Bad Things” on weekly basis. When most people think of the bad things in Australia, then snakes and spiders, crocs and sharks spring to mind. But I will be delving into Australia’s bad things at a deeper level. There are more bad things to life than just creepy crawlies and killers.
For example. Australians pronounce pasta, as pah-ster. They call football, soccer. These are very bad things.
But for now, I have decided that I am going to concentrate on intruders into my home. I think these are the bad things that prospective emigratees (if that’s not a word it should be) are keen to know about.
I said I’d work my way up to the baddest intruder I have had, which means I am starting with the cutest. This first one is cheating a bit because this little sweetie wasn’t on my land. It was at a house up the road, but we were there. Because of this, I’m going to cover another intruder today, one that was on my land. I wouldn’t want you to feel cheated and besides, I know you really do want to get to the scary stuff as quickly as possible.
My wife has always loved frogs, she has a frog keyring, frog doorstop, a huge frog cuddly toy and two frog ornaments in the kitchen. But even I was surprised when she actually was happy to pick up this little green tree frog.
Believe it or not, these can sometimes change colour to blue, or brown, depending on what they’re doing. Although I haven’t seen a frog on my land, I know they are often here. They mainly appear at night and the mating call of the males are often something else. That’s why my best guess at the Strange Beastie Sound post was a frog. They often end up in downpipes so the sound of the call is magnified and echoed. And extraordinarily repetitive. They often return to their favourite spot each night, so if it happens to be your downpipe. Good luck!
We have over 40 species of frog in just the Brisbane area alone. They have some of the coolest names. Like, Laughing Treefrog, Whistling Treefrog, Whirring Treefrog, Bleating Treefrog, Banana Box Frog and the unusually named Scarlet-Sided Pobblebonk.
Now for the second intruder. The photo is not very good, but these fellows are known to be keen eyed and quick to scarper if approached. I pretty much had to shoot this picture in the manner of a Wild West gunman.
It’s a dragon, my guess is a Common Bearded Dragon. I’d just been behind the pool area clearing up with the whipper snipper (strimmer as I used to call it) and the noise (and fear of pain) sent him out into the open. I never saw him again after he ran.
Here’s a better picture of a dragon I saw elsewhere. This one looks like a Southern Angle-Headed Dragon.
Both frogs and dragons get the cute intruder badge from me. Hugely in their favour is they don’t bite, but eat some things that do.
Tropical Cyclone Hamish Update.
It rained a bit today, but not much. No breeze. Hamish is no more. We’re expecting plenty of rain to the south though. Thank you, Hamish.