Where the Cows have no names

With sunny winter days

and crisp cold nights

It's time to head north

To my mother's country

Where the cows have no names

Where warm little waves

rumble over sand

To catch up with friends

And maintain the stoke

Bovines, BOM and Bob

Bob Dylan once told me through a set of analogue headphones that I didn't "need a weatherman to tell which way the wind blows". Not sure if the learned folks at BOM (Bureau of Meteorology) would agree but all I need to do is look to Nature to tell me what the weather and surf are up to.

Red clouds in the morning = sailors warning. Cows sitting down in their paddocks = rain today or tomorrow. Ants moving their colonies to higher ground = a lot of rain in two weeks. Storm bird calling all day and night = a solid week of rain. Cows crossing the road = empty surf.

Holga Holga Nikon

Summertime = Chill Time

It's been a great run of waves and rain lately. Big clouds, big tides and long walls of brine.

The rain and the summer heat have made everything grow in fast motion. The critters around here are loving it. The older crew tell me that when you see cows sitting down in the paddock it means rain is coming. Urban myth? Well the ants are going crazy moving their ant freight to higher ground in our wooden house. Better fire up the motor mower (again).