Orange grove exploring

On our latest trip to town we found an abandoned house with a yard full of all kinds of citrus trees - oranges, mandarins, lemons, and grapefruit.

 They were all overflowing with so much fruit that most of it was rotting! 

Wandering the orange grove

Wandering the orange grove

We did what we could and are now 100 citrus richer 😝

 Achillea happily munched on chickweed and we also harvested dock for dinner. 

Fresh, healthy dock I cooked up with dinner that night

Fresh, healthy dock I cooked up with dinner that night

I'm always grateful to be able to show my boy that food comes from the earth not plastic boxes in a supermarket

Achillea and Dotty

Achillea loves Dotty.

She is his favourite bird ever.

When he wakes up the first thing he does is run to find her and let her outside to forage.

'Daa-aayyy'  - He calls her :P

Here is the greatest video ever.

We originally got Dotty to be a real life incubator for our Quail eggs.

Quail have been bred for thousands of years (japanese in particular) so that they have more meat and lay more eggs. They have become so inbred that they have lost their motherly instincts and can no longer sit on their own eggs.

All Japanese quail are hatched in incubators. It is depressing seeing all these chicks being born without A Mother. We heard about chickens being surrogate Mothers and so we got Dotty - the broody Bantam in an effort to rewild the quail! 

It mostly worked out, except some of the eggs were unfertilised or had sick chicks. We have a big happy, healthy family of quail. 

 

Nowadays Dotty spends her time playing under the house, scratching for bugs, eating all the silverbeet seedlings, and going for walks with Achillea.

 

BFFS

BFFS

Modern day stresses - observing its effects on my baby

We often forget how noisy, stifling and offensive to the senses civilization can be.
It became horrifically obvious to me when my first born child arrived on earth.

Throughout my pregnancy I dreamt and imagined exactly how I wanted to bring my child into the world.
In an effort to gather all the collective feminine wisdom - I researched, poured over books and read many birth stories.
I found a wonderful and accommodating midwife. My partner and I packed up our woven baby basket and little hand knitted newborn onesie and drove down the coast to set up on the land and prepare for our baby to arrive!
It all turned out better than I could have hoped for.


My Son was born outside, under the stars, in a cast iron bath warmed by a fire underneath, connected to nature, supported by his father and our caring midwife.
His first week of life was spent nestled in our arms, the only sounds around us the songs of the birds, and the rustle of gum leaves blowing in the wind.
The perfect environment to foster our relationship.
 

Achillea, less than a day old. In his handmade basket and hand knitted clothes

Achillea, less than a day old. In his handmade basket and hand knitted clothes

It was magic !

Then we had to come home.

At this time we lived in a little apartment in a relatively quiet area near Bondi.
From our bed at night we can here both the ocean and the traffic.
It's a strange mix.

Each day we would go into town to do our shopping or whatever else we had to do.
We would walk through a huge hidden rainforest gully on our way there and back to avoid walking along the busy road.


My Son loved this part of the day.
As we descended the stairs into the valley his little body would soften and relax.
He would observe everything around him with joy and wonder.
In town there were many noisy buses, unnecessary beeping horns, bright fluro lights, plus all the noisy, chaotic people going about their busy days.
He would see a person, and try to connect and engage with them, but mostly they were too busy to notice and rushed off to continue their day.

A little break on our bushwalk

A little break on our bushwalk

I became hyper aware and sensitive to the sheer madness of it all.

So we spend much of our time as closely linked into nature as we can.
People have more time to stop and connect in nature.

We often go away and teach wilderness and earth skills to small groups of people.
They all love to connect with him.
He recognizes each one after a time and happily engages with them.

When we leave and go back to the city he will search the faces of the first 20 people he sees, looking for some recognition or familiar face.
After a while he goes back to ignoring all the people.

In nature everything that he is exposed to raises his awareness.

He has learnt that berries come from trees not plastic boxes and in nature all things are useful tools and we can find them readily. He does not need plastic toys to play with.

 

We are loving the journey so far !

Mulberry season

Mulberry season